Short Stories of the Boys: One Direction

Louis

It was a Sunday after noon and the sun was bright in the sky. Last night was long since Louis finally came from tour. The bed was warm yet something was missing. Louis wasn't there. For a moment you wondered if Louis even came home or if it was just a dream. On the night stand were a couple beer bottles. Only meaning Louis must have been there. Of course they could have been yours, but since there were five, you knew they couldn't be all yours.

Unweaving yourself form the blankets, your legs reaches out and feet hit the floor. Straightening your white tank top and pulling your orange shorts back into place, you left the quiet room walking down stairs.

The living room was quite, the kitchen was clean. There was no way Louis had been in there. Not many more room in the shared house you could think Louis would be in. Until, you remembered Louis had a privet room in the downstairs basement.

Here, Louis spend time alone writing songs and contacting management. Since Louis wasn't much of a cook, you knew he hadn't eaten so you made him a breakfast burrito and a glass of orange juice to take to him.

"Louis? Louis?" You quietly called walking down to the cold basement.

"In here love." He heard. "What is this?" He asked referring to the burrito and orange juice.

"I made you breakfast. Thought you'd be hungry." Handing the plate to Louis you smiled as he reached up to kiss you.

"Louis, are you working again?" He had out his songbook and a pen with papers everywhere. He looked from his desk to you from his desk back to you.

"Louis, you just got home. Last night. You need to give yourself a break. You work too much." You looked at the small room you knew was privately Louis but you walked in and took a seat on Louis lap.

"I am. It's just so much I have to get done." Louis reaches his arms around your waste and rested his head on your chest.

"Louis, you need to give yourself a day." Your hands reached for his face as you ran your small fingers over his facial hair and over his lips.

"Love?" He asked looking you deep into your eyes. You said nothing. Your eyes dropped to his chest and your fingers continued to run over his chest tattoo. His eyes watched you, he couldn't help but smile due to your fingers tickling him.

"Wanna hear something?" Louis patted your bum and you got off his lap. His chair rolled over to his book and picked it up. "It's not finished, but I thought of you with every word. It's written for you."

You couldn't contain yourself. Your cheeks grew red and a smile spews across your face.

Someday you're gonna see the things that I see.

You're gonna want the air that breathe

You're gonna wish you never left me

"Louis I left you?" You looked into his eyes and questioned him.

"No, but it hurt when you didn't tour with me." His eyes never left yours and you could see the sorrow.

"Louis. I didn't want stay here without you, but I have to work. I gotta take care of my-"

"Let me take care of you. Let me, let me put a roof over your head, let me put food on the table, I mean you'll have to help cook, but you know me." He smiled. "Let me dress you, let me take care of you because , dammit love, I love you." His voice got a little heavy with each word, tears forming at the crease of your eyes hearing each word.

"I love you, Louis." The tears fell down your cheeks as his arms reaches to pull you to him. Your head fell to his shoulder and all the tears landed on his bear shoulder.

"Come here." His hand reached for yours as he led you back up stairs to the shared bedroom.

"You are right." His voice was calm as he set you on the bed. "I need to take a day for myself. I need to love a woman I have missed for too long." His strong arms laid you on your back and began to kiss down your body.

"I love love love you."

"I love love love you more."

-Emily.