Come In With The Rain

chapter five

  Ariana's POV   

   I froze up, my hands clenched in his hair, his arms cold fingers inching up my shirt and my tongue dancing with his. What the hell was I doing? It was like my brain had unplugged itself and took a vacation. Yet, even now as I realized what was happening I still continued to kiss him. I wrenched back unlocking myself from Louis' grasp. He looked like a deer in headlights, "What, did I do something wrong." "No, no," I gathered my thoughts in a breath, “I just...I just have to go." I didn't meet his eyes as I fled from the room, snapping the door shut behind me. I ran across the hall to my room, opening the door sliding in and slamming it shut throwing myself against it as if someone was breaking in. It shouldn't be like this, we were meant to be friends, that's it though I couldn't help drifting back to the kiss and the way he made me feel, important. He was a fairly good kisser, almost up there with- I stopped that train of thought, I was NOT going to compare them. I stayed on the floor pressed up against the door for a while I guess because I fell asleep and when I woke my neck and butt cheeks were soar. I dragged myself up from the floor using the counter. And headed to the otherend of the kitchen to start some coffee. Soon the brew started to pull me back from the dead and I was able to get dressed and stick my hair in a bun, slapping some make-up on. As I wrapped my sweater covered hands around my mug there was a tap at the door. I couldn't really reach the peep hole so I went ahead and opened it. Louis. I started to shut it when he stuck his foot out blocking my way. "I'm sorry," his eyes sparkled in the sunlight, pleading with me. "I'm not mad," I mumbled trying to shut the door again. "Please, can I come in?" I sighed letting the door swing on its hinges and making my way to a bar stool. "Ok, sure." "Thanks," he took a seat beside me staring at the leaky faucet, “I really didn't mean to, and I am sorry if I offended you or whatever." "You didn't offend me, probably the farthest thing from it, you made me-" I snapped my mouth shut, blushing. He grinned, "Made you what," he poked my ribs and I flinched not wanting him to feel the squish. "Nothing," I said pretending to study the faux granite. "Tell me!" "enjoy it," I mumbled under my breathe. "What was that?" I mumbled it again and he repeated the question. "ENJOY IT!" I yelled, "you made me enjoy it", I turned even redder and wouldn't meet his eyes. I did however get a glance at the satisfaction radiating from his flawless features though. That really ticked me off.