Undercover

Chapter XIV: "I like me better when I'm with you."

I awoke the next morning and walked down the hall to Louis's room.

"Morning" I said as I walked in.

"You're just waking up?... it's 2:00 pm." He said looking up from his book. He had been laying on his bed resting his leg.

"Yeah, well, I went to sleep at 7 so..." I sat down on the bed.

"How's the leg?" I asked him.

"Feels like it's getting repeatedly trampled over by a horse." He said smiling.

I lifted his cover off his waist. Expecting him to be... you know, dressed. He was not. He had on underpants but I threw the blanket back down on him and took a step back.

"SORRY!" I blurted not realising what exactly I had done.

"It's fine I'm-"he picked up his blanket and sat up straight.

I sat down beside him.

"How are you feeling... Cora-wise?"

"I am currently in denial, I reckon the real pain will come once I realise that she's gone. I said looking at the ceiling. Desperately trying not to look at his pants... or more accurately, lack there of.

"Sophie" Louis started laughing.
"It isn't that big a deal, I saw you-" he trailed off smirking

"That's different I was at least covered"

"I wanted to even the scale you know, because I felt really guilty about being alone in that room with you ."
He said standing up.

"Well it's even now." I said looking away from him.

"Not yet" he said laughing and took his shirt off, placing his hands on his waist

"Now it's even... Sophie, look." He said trying to hold back his laughter... I guess that to him me seeing him was a kind of joke.

"No!" I said also trying not to laugh.

"Why not? Even out the scale!" He said now chuckling.

"No that's too much" I blurted out
"I'll even it out" I said seriously.
I reached behind my back to unbutton my dress.

"No!" Louis said as he hopped forward and grabbed my hands. He was really close to my face. He was reaching past my face and holding my hands in place.
... I looked down .
Louis laughed.

"You looked" he said grinning.

"I need to even it!" I yelled feeling really guilty.

I slid away from him and Louis followed me, chasing me around the room.
I know what your thinking, that this whole thing was sexual, but I swear it wasn't like that.

That just wasn't the atmosphere. It was less dirty, and more romantic.

He chased me limping, and I fell on the floor. He toppled onto me. I was laying face down on the floor with him at my knees.

"I'm making it even!"  I said struggling to unbutton my buttons behind my back.

"Don't..." Louis paused briefly struggling to breathe from all the running. Louis continued his thought: "..take it off!"
I screamed playfully as I tried to undue my buttons.

I jumped away from him and said: "fine!" I put my hands down.

"You are a weird boy" I said

"Why?" Louis asked curiously as he stood up in front of me...still shirtless.

"Most boys wouldn't mind a girl doing; that" I said

"Well, if something like; that, between us was ever to happen...I really wouldn't want you to feel required to do those um, types of things"  he said nervously.

"Okay...Lover boy" I laughed and teased him.

"What I'm not allowed to be romantic?" He asked grinning.

"I forgot why I am here so... I'm gonna go." I said standing up.

"You know... you have to choose sometime." He said

"I beg your pardon?" I asked

"I'm not gonna pretend I don't see what's going on between you and Whitey... It hurts me. I just hope, your not, leading us on for nothing"

"You think i'd be that type of person?" I asked curiously.

"I don't know." He asked said rubbing the back of his neck.

"I'm not." I paused and then continued. "Once I do make a decision; you'll be the first to know. But, honestly, I'm leaving both of ya'll anyway, I don't see why you'd still want to pursue me over long distance."

"I don't care how far away it is, I know this sounds cocky, but... I just kind of feel like our souls are connected. When I'm around you, I'm a good person. I like me better when I'm with you."

I walked up to him and put my hand in his throat.
I kissed him and he leaned into me.

"I feel the same way" I whispered. I walked out of the room, Louis stared at me as I walked away.

//Hey! So this chapter was shorter and I wanted to clarify that the character of Sophie is dealing with grief so in the next few chapters I am trying my best to portray someone who isn't exactly mentally stable. If you find yourself questioning some things that she does just remember that she is dealing with something very difficult and doesn't know how to handle it. I would also like to mention that she does use Whitey and Louis's attention as a way of coping with the pain so you also might notice her being extra clingy maybe, or, generally saying things it of the ordinary, and speaking oddly. //