Falling For The Impossible

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23rd November 2021

I rolled over on the bed, looking toward the door that lay half open.

I'm hungry.

Deciding to make the fatal move of getting out of bed, I silently headed for the door, almost reaching the handle when 2 arms wrapped their way around me.

So close.

"Come back to bed love," the voice grumbled, pulling me back on top of him.

"You know I can't sleep without you," Louis whispered, tightening his grip on me. I laughed and brushed the hair out of his eyes - looking up at him from where I now lay with my head on his chest.

"I was hungry," I admitted, putting my head down back to listen to his heartbeat. He groaned and picked up his phone, letting it light up his face before putting it back down.

"It's 4am, just 3 more hours and you can have something to eat." I sighed and looked out the window.

I wasn't falling asleep.

So I lay there for an hour, listening to his breathing slow down as he drifted back to sleep. I removed my hands from under my head and shifted them to around his torso, hugging him gently.

He unconsciously held me tighter to him, my body flushed against his. I smiled and kissed his chest where he didn't wear a shirt. He slightly smiled in his sleep and I giggled a bit, before closing my eyes and trying to drift away into sleep.

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It ended up working as I woke up to sitting slightly up. Louis sat up against the headboard of his bed and I lay between his legs against a pillow he had set up against him.

He was on his phone and didn't realise I was awake. "What's the time?" I mumbled sleepily. He looked up from his screen and I watched the corners of his mouth lift up slightly.

"Just 5 past 8 love." I groaned and stuffed my face back into the pillow.

"Why didn't you wake me up, I'm sure you're hungry," I rushed out, hurriedly getting up and pulling him with me. He didn't say anything but followed.

I was however stopped in my tracks when an unbearable pain flared up my wrist. I let go of Louis and took my wrist into my grasp, flipping it over to see 7 days scarred onto the skin.

"One week..." I mumbled, pressing my thumb over it. I squeezed my eyes together, trying to block it out. It honestly felt like the time I burnt myself really bad on the stove except 10x more pain than that.

"You alright Annaliese?" Louis asked, coming to stand beside me. I nodded numbly, my eyes still squeezed shut.

"You're not, love, what's wrong?" He asked again, taking away my wrist from my hand and holding it in his.

With that simple gesture it all stopped. I gasped as his fingers made contact with the numbers. I looked worriedly up at him, did he see them? But he apparently didn't as he turned my wrist over in his hand.

"There doesn't seem to be anything wrong with it, did you knock it maybe?"

If only that were it.

I shook my head and pulled it away from him. "I'm not sure, but it appears to be better." I avoided the rest of the situation before continuing on the way to the kitchen. Ignoring Louis' questioning gaze.

I frowned as I noticed a bunch of guys in the kitchen. "Ahh, you must be the famous Annaliese Monèt."

"That I am."