Louis was a bit in trouble. He had noticed Lily falling asleep in the car, which was no problem of course. Only, he forgot to ask for her adress. When they departed from school, he automatically started driving to his own house, totally forgetting he had to drop Lily off at her own house before he could go home.
And now, that she was asleep, he had no idea where to go. He didn't want to wake her up, she laid there so peaceful. So he stopped the car on the side of the road, debating in his mind what to do.
He couldn't call her parents, he didn't have their phone number. He could drive back to school, but that would be a waste of time.
So, the only option he had left in mind was to let her sleep at his house. He started the car again and drove to his home. When they arrived, he decided to still not wake her up, but just carry her into the house. He walked over to her side of the car and opened the door, seeing her still deep in sleep. She looks adorable, he spoke in his mind. But then, he shook the thought out of his head. As a friend, of course.
He placed one hand on her back and the other hand underneath her thigh. He felt the hoodie was still wet. Then, he gently lifted her up, hoping not to wake her up. He locked up the car and walked towards the door, where he with a few struggles got his keys out and opened the door. He immediatly went to his own room, as he noticed everyone else was also was asleep.
In his room, he laid Lily down on his bed and walked over to his closet. He pulled out another sweater, it was a dark blue one, matching Lily's dress.
When he came back to her, he didn't know how to change the wet hoodie to the dry one. He just pulled the old one over her head and replaced it with the dry one, before covering her with his blanket. Then, he started getting ready for bed himself.
After changing into pj's, which were just a sweater and some shorts, he laid down on the bed, next to Lily. Luckily, the bed was big enough, so there was enough space between them. But Louis couldn't help rolling over to her, and holding her in his arms. She was just so warm, and peaceful, and cute, and–
Crap. Crappity crap. Shit shit shit.
Mentally, he face palmed. He realised he just had that same thought as when he was about to carry her out of the car. He found himself thinking about her in that way. Again. And was definetly not what he wanted. He just wanted them to be friends. Nothing more. But that can't happen if he's thinking in the way he does right now.
This sucks.
While he was struggling in his mind, he didn't even notice himself falling asleep at one point.
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Lily slowly opened her eyes. It was quiet around her, and dark. She laid in a bed, but she didn't remember falling asleep in one. In fact, she didn't remember anything at all from last night.
But where-ever she laid, in was pretty warm and comfortable. When she moved a bit, she felt something around her waist. Arms. From someone. Yeah, not from something, you idiot, her mind said.
It were strong, muscular arms, in which she felt safe for some reason. Which was weird, since she didn't even know who's arms she was laying in.
Then, she gasped. Where the hell am I?
She turned around and saw a sleeping figure next to her, and due to the darkness she was really able to see their face. On the side table next to the bed, she saw a clock that said 04.23, and a lamp. She switched on the light, and when she got a better look, she saw it was Louis sleeping next to her.
'Louis,' She whispered his name. 'Louis, wake up.'
The boy stirred a bit, but didn't open his eyes yet. She nudged his shoulder with her hand and he moved again, but he only tightened his grip around her waist. Then, his eyes fluttered open, confusion visible on his face when the first thing he saw was Lily.
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Don't Give Up Love.
RomanceA Louis Partridge love story. -Kind of enemies to lovers.
