but the wait will be worth it

chapter thirty

Two years ago
November 15th 2010

We sat on top of the bed, feet in the air while trying to kick each other in the shins.

"Ow," Louis laughed. "This game isn't so fun anymore." He continued to giggle.

I laughed to myself while reaching over with my leg, and kicking his foot. He fell to the side a bit, legs bending as he began to get tired of having them elevated above us.

"Hey, unfair," he laughed while moving back to his horizontal position. His hands remained roughly against the sheets, desperately trying to hold himself up as I continued to kick his legs with mine. It was an awkward position, our legs suspended into the air as we giggled trying to push each other over.

It was quite innocent for the time being, until Louis got fed up with my banter and wrapped one of his legs around mine. In what seemed like a wrestling move, he used his legs to pull mine back down to the bed, intertwining them with his hold.

I giggled as he tried to spoon my legs with his, getting in a comfortable position. It sometimes surprised me how perfectly our bodies would fit together.

Louis brought a leg over my waist, while kissing the backside of my neck. I giggled in discomfort, squirming around as I struggled to get out of his grasp.

"Don't wanna sit like this," I mumbled and Louis gave a fake pout. He unhooked his leg's clutch around mine, and moved towards the other end of the bed in an effort to make me feel sorry for him.

I turned to him and laughed. "You're gonna sit there all day, when you could just be snuggled up next to me? 'C'mon pouty-face, you must be freezing," I giggled.

Louis continued to stare at his feet, probably smiling. Although, I couldn't tell from his position on the bed.

He was wearing nothing but one of my old t-shirts; one of the only few I had packed when we moved into The X Factor house this summer. Considering it was like 30 degrees outside and pouring, I would think he would be freezing. But since I had mentioned the cold various times, Louis was too stubborn to give into changing his clothes.

He got up from the bed. "Nah, I'm just gonna go get ready for the day. Maybe go to the mall or something, I don't know," Louis mumbled while beginning to walk over to the door. I quickly got out of bed.

"Oh, sure," I smiled. "Thought we had a plan for today?" I asked while scooping him up into my arms, carrying him back into the bed.

He smacked my arm in protest as I tossed him onto the warm sheets. "Laying in bed all day isn't a plan! C'mon, let me down!" He laughed.

He tried to get up off of the bed again, hastily trying to budge my arms, which were now locked over him. He giggled as I rolled my eyes, and collapsed onto his body. I quickly brought the sheet over us, straddling myself over Louis.

With tired eyes, I rested my head on his stomach. Louis continued to laugh to himself.

His foot rubbed up against my leg under the covers, causing me to yell out.

"Louis, your feet are freezing. Please go put something warmer on," I mumbled, cheek pressed up against his tummy.

"No," he muttered, still laughing quietly. His chest bounced up and down with every giggle, making it hard for me to get comfortable on top of him.

I reached out a hand from under the sheets and pointed to the window. "Do you see that? It's called rain. Drips down the windowsill, makes the whole house pretty cold. You familiar to it?"