I'm Not Afraid (Louis/Niall Fan Fiction)

Chapter II

When I woke up the next morning, Louis had his arm around my waist. I decided to snuggle into him and stay for a while longer. I drifted back asleep until 9:38 came abroad. I sat up, realizing Louis had rolled over, so I went up to him to snuggle. As he woke up, I realized I alarmed him. He smiled at me and said, "Good morning babe. How did you sleep?" I smiled back and replied, "Pretty good, knowing you were with me." He smiled and kissed me on the cheek. I accepted, keeping my smile on my face.

We get out of bed and I start to get ready. I throw on a simple shirt and a pair of skinny jeans. In the middle of doing my makeup, I see Louis walk in the doorway, a towel wrapped around his hips. He had just gotten out of the shower. His hair was wild and wet, which made it more attractive. After I finished my makeup, he was still looking in the closet for something to wear. I put my arms around his neck and whispered, "I like your hair." He turned around and looked at me. He grinned as he softly spoke. "I'd feel bad to mess yours up, it's so beautiful." I slipped my hands down to his waist. "I can always fix it." We both giggled.

We started to kiss. He ran his hands along my side, then found the edge of my shirt. He put his hands under my shirt, slowly pulling it up. We pulled away, simply to let it come off. He unbuckled my belt and pulled it out of the loops on my pants. Then, he slipped my pants down a little. I kicked them off, knowing what he wanted. We flopped onto the bed, keeping our arms around each other. His towel slides off as he tries taking my underwear off. Soon enough, we both were without clothes. We're inches away. I can feel him pressing on my skin, the warmth his body provides me. We take it slow, making note to not rush anything. It sends sensations up to my body as I let myself make the noise my brain tells me to. After a while, we're back to just kissing. Eventually, we step off the bed and get our clothes on.

"You need to learn how to battle." he jokes.

"I think I put up a pretty good fight." I smile.

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We laid on the bed for another hour or so. While holding hands, he ran a finger across my cheek, making me giggle from the tickling sensation. I ran my figers through his hair, noting that it's dryer than it was before. I run that hand down his face and on his lips. After I retrieve my hand, he smiles at me. "You know, you've heard me sing a million times, and I've never heard you." I look at him, questioned. "Maybe because I can't sing." He looked at me with those deadly eyes. "I want to hear you sing. You listen to Taylor Swift, why don't you sing a song by her?" I give him a stunned look. "Why? You'll hate it." He shakes his head. "I doubt it." "Okay," I answer. "But it's not my fault if your ears start bleeding." He laughs. "That's not going to happen." "Okay. Your wish is my command." I clear my throat. "I will perform 'Enchanted' by Taylor Swift." He smiles at me. "All ears." 

I begin:

"There I was again tonight,

forcing laughter, faking smiles,

same old tired lonely place.

Walls of insincerity,

shifting eyes and vacancy;

vanished when I saw your face.

All i can say is it was, enchanting to meet you."

I pause. "Keep going!" He says. "I want to hear more!" I nod.

"Your eyes whispered "Have we met?,

across the room, your silhouette,

starts to make it's way to me.

The playful conversation starts,

counter all your quick remarks, like

passing notes in secrecy.

And it was, enchanting to meet you.

All I can say is that it was, enchanting to meet you."

I stop. "Why don't you sing more?" I glance at him. "Okay, but no more!"

"This night, is sparkling

 don't you ever let it go.

I'm wonderstruck,

blushing all the way home.

I'll spend forever, wondering if you knew,

I was enchanted to meet you."

"That was.. amazing. I loved it. Why do you think you're not a good singer?"

I looked at him like he was stupid. "Because I've been told this. Many times."

He gave me a strange look in return. "I don't see how."

I smiled at him and he smiled back. He always knew how to make me happy. And I'll always cherish that. Because I don't think I could find another guy who was like this. He was charming, always knew what to say at that time. I don't know how he was so good with his words, because I could never think of the right words to say. If somebody depended on me to do a speech, them people better be prepared to get a lot of people to oppose what I'm stating.

Louis looked at me. "You should sing to me more often." I glanced over at him. "Sing you to sleep?" He chuckled. "Could be a little nice." "Then you should sing to me, Mr. Professional." We both giggled.

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After dinner, I started texting my friend Triniti. She asked about plans to meet up tomorrow. I said sure, and with that, I received no more texts.

Lou walked in, holding a box. "Happy 9th month Chelsea." I could tell I was blushing. "You didn't have to.." He silenced me. "This box? This isn't it." He went out of the room. Within seconds, he returned, flowers in his hands. They had callilies, lilies, and roses. "Thanks babe." I stared at the flowers. "They're beautiful. What's in the box?" He stared at it, then back up. "Nothing. It's empty. That's why I said it isn't it." I looked at him. "I thought you meant, okay, I get it, never mind."

He set the box on the table and layed beside me. "I'm pretty tired. How about you?"

"Yeah," I answered. "I think it's time for bed.

"You said it. Goodnight doll."

'Goodnight."

And with that, I wanted to crawl out of bed and sleep on the couch. Because I knew something was in that box. He was hiding something. And the way that he tried to hide it, I knew it wasn't a surprise for me.

More like for someone else.

A some girl else.