The idea that the truth is the best thing to speak, is ingrained in us from the very start of our development, and that lying is inherently bad - that too. But what about saying nothing at all? Many of our parents would say that if you know the trut...
Waking up this morning was so strange, I moved slightly to take a look at my surroundings and as I turned my head the beautiful sight of Louis came into my eye-line, he looked so peaceful sleeping and - as creepy as it is to watch someone sleep - I just admired him for a few moments. His feathery hair slightly ruffled from where he had moved his head during the night, his peachy flawless skin and a slight morning stubble made him look so hot.
Suddenly everything that had happened last night came flooding back to me and I caught a smile spreading across my face. We hadn't moved from the position we fell asleep in so Louis' arms were still secured around my waist just as tight as they were the night before and I immediately felt so safe.
I looked across at the alarm clock on the bedside table and realised it was 5:30 so I would have to get up soon. My movements had obviously disturbed Louis' sleep and he had begun shuffling about - unsuccessfully seeing as I was on top of him - he moved his head and I watched him as he opened his eyes "Morning Lou"
He smiled and pulled me tighter into him "Morning Haz. Sleep okay?"
"Beautifully" I said as I nuzzled my face into his neck "How about you?"
"As well as I could with a big lump on top of me"
"Fine you wanna be like that" I lifted one of my legs and started moving off of Louis' lap
He grabbed my leg and pulled me back to my previous position "Oh no you don't" He gripped onto my hips to keep me in place "You're staying right here"
"I can't"
"And why not?"
"I have work..." He pouted at me "So I need to take a shower" His pout was replaced by a very prominent smirk
"Is that so?" I hummed in response "Well we better get you in the shower then shouldn't we. Can't have you being late" He threw the duvet off us and shuffled to the edge of the bed with me still firmly clinging on to his front
The cold air hit my back and I took that moment to realise that we were still completely naked "Fuck its cold"
"Don't worry baby I'll warm you up" I could hear the smirk in his voice
He carried me down the hallway into his bathroom and placed me down on the floor, he opened the glass door and leant in and turned the shower on. We waited a few moments and then he opened the door and wiggled his eyebrows at me ushering me inside the cubicle
I stepped in and within seconds I was pushed up against the cold tiled wall - I couldn't expect any less of Louis to be honest - the sudden coldness on my back made me hiss slightly. He ran his hands up and down my back in an attempt to take my mind away from the temperature change
He made a move to push his mouth onto mine but I turned my head so his lips made contact with my cheek instead, I heard him whine but it didn't seem to affect him that much as he began kissing down my neck instead. He grabbed one of my wrists in each of his hands and pushed them up the wall until they were resting over our heads, with a very tight grip.
I rolled my hips into his to try and find a weak point in his movements and to my luck, he whimpered and his grip on my hands faltered, I took my chance and flipped us around so our fingers were intertwined above his head, pushed into the glass door "No touching"
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