but the wait will be worth it

chapter fifty

Four days later
November 14th 2012

After doing our two shows in Verona, Italy, we still had just a little longer than a week left before leaving for Paris.

And unlike most days expected to be spent in Italy, Louis and I stayed inside the hotel for the entirety of those eleven days.

Although there was this one time, when we went walking along the street at night. The warmth of his hand in mine couldn't change the fact that something wasn't right, and nothing felt the same.

We walked in silence, the streets whispering as we moved along the bumpy road. We were only out for about ten minutes, though, as we turned in early scared that some fans might spot us.

The rest of those days in Verona were well spent mostly in bed.

I would wake up, and then watch Louis for a few minutes before he woke up as well. And for the rest of the day, we would just lay there, my legs jumbled up with his.

Louis never mentioned that night in the diner, as I tried to avoid the subject as well. Clara was never brought up either, after I told her to get a room for herself for the rest of the trip. After all, we didn't do much talking during those hot November days in Italy.

It was November 14th, and we were leaving for Paris the next day. The time was around 4:15 in the afternoon, and I was laying in the hotel bed while half watching a muted 'Some Kind of Wonderful.' It was one of my favorite John Hughes movies, but Louis always thought that it was kind of cheesy.

I turned my head to face Louis as he walked back into the room scratching his head with a yawn. I smiled and turned back to the tv.

It was nice how the warm Verona sunlight shone right through the window onto our bed, especially during the sunsets. It was around that time when Louis would go out to the balcony to smoke, and I would sit still in the bed watching as the orange light illuminated his skin.

I didn't quite catch the moment Louis had started smoking. After he had showed up that night before our second show, I didn't ask many questions as to why certain things about him had changed so suddenly.

I didn't mind it, but it also gave me an uneasy feeling. I worried that I might be loosing the Louis that I had grown in love with those two and a half years ago.

I yawned loudly as Louis climbed onto the bed, and back onto me as he positioned himself right on top of my chest, wrapping his legs around my waist.

We laid for a moment in silence as the tv screen showed a mysterious Keith watching as Amanda swept past him in ignorance of his feelings for her.

Typical romance storyline, I thought.

Louis nudged his nose into my chest as if to motion that I wasn't giving him enough attention. I smiled and looked down at him.

"Should probably get up soon," I said, morning voice still blatantly present.

Louis gave a long and drawn out groan. "But Italy is beautiful today."

I rolled my eyes. "Exactly why we should get out of bed."

These words meant nothing, though, as we stayed put in our comfortable spot on the bed. I liked the feeling of laying deep into the mattress, my body sinking down even more as Louis found his place on top of me. It felt warm and safe, even as the temperatures outside almost reached 90 degrees.

I gazed blankly at the television, the color filled scenes not registering right in my mind. All I managed to see were blobs, dancing along the screen as Louis continued to rub his hand along my side.