My Brother's Bestfriend-Louis Tomlinson Fanfic

Chapter 9

A couple shots later I was all over the place. Of course I kept taking shots until Louis cut me off. When I'm drunk I tend to keep drinking even though I shouldn't. I wasn't that drunk, I could still walk and talk, but I was just a little happy and I stumbled a lot. I knew that when I was drunk I was more outgoing and honest, like brutal honesty. Louis steadied me by wrapping his arm around my hips. He try leading me to the couch, but I refused.

"Come on, let's dance!" I yelled at him.

"Are you serious? You can't even stand up straight!" he said, laughing at me. I cued my puppy dog eyes and said,"Pwease?"

"Ok," he said, sighing.

I grabbed his hand and started moving from side to side. I felt him come up behind me and wrap his arms around me. He placed his chin on my shoulder.

He whispered in my ear,"Your brother would kill me if he found out about tonight." I felt his hot breath on my ear. It tickled. His cheek was now touching mine. If I was sober I would never let this happen. I would be freezing up like statue right now if I didn't have alcohol in my system, but I was completely relaxed.

"He never has to know," I said. He planted a lingering kiss on my cheek. I got butterflies in my stomach. I wasn't sure if that was a friendly gesture or if it meant something more. I felt his arms tighten around me. We basically stopped dancing. I got really tired all of a sudden. I figured I was on a sugar high from all the sugar in the fruity drinks I was drinking, and now I was crashing. I started to wobble and I would have fallen over if Louis didn't hold me up.

"I think I should take you back to the hotel," he said in my ear. He let go of me but I so desperately wanted him to hold me again. I don't know what it was but it just felt so great to be in his arms. He pulled my hip in to his and helped me walk out to the car.

Louis P.O.V

When we got back to the hotel I almost had to carry her to our room. She was cute though when she stumbled. Every once in awhile she would trip over her own feet and let out a cute little squeal. As soon as I opened the door she went straight for the washroom. I really hoped she wasn't puking. She downed a lot of shots. I didn't hear any puking noises and when she came out she looked fine. She laid down on the bed and almost fell asleep instantly.

I took off her shoes and threw them to the side. I wasn't sure if I should take off her clothes or not. I didn't want her to be naked or anything but she smelt heavily of liquor.

"Come on Jess, get up and take your clothes off," I said, pulling on her hand. That's the first time I've ever had to ask a girl to her clothes off, usually they were very willing.

"No," she groaned and just laid there. I pulled of my shirt for her to wear. I sat her up.

"Go take off your shirt," I said again handing her my shirt.

"Help," said, leaning against me. I could feel her warm cheek against my bare shoulder. I gently pulled her one arm through the arm hole of her shirt and then did the same thing to her other arm. I gently pulled her shirt over her head and threw it on the floor. She was basically asleep for this entire process.

I tried not to stare at her bare body. I knew that tomorrow, when she asks what happened, I want to tell her that I didn't look and I tried to respect her privacy. Once I got my shirt on her and stood up, she fell back. I tried waking her up, but she was out cold. I wasn't going to take off her shorts, but she spilled some alcohol on them and they smelt heavily of booze. I unbuttoned them and slowly slid them off her legs. This time it was a little harder not to look at her. I had a half naked, beautiful girl sprawled out on my bed, of course I'm going to look. I pulled down the covers of the side she wasn't laying on and picked her up, placing her on the other side. I pulled the blankets up on top of her. She was cute when she slept. It almost looked like she was smiling.

Some of the thoughts that ran through my head tonight about her were not good ones. Like how nice her butt looked in those shorts. I had to remind myself constantly that this was my best friend's little sister. And that she was 3 years younger than me. I was developing feelings for her and that wasn't good. Her brother would kill me if he found out.

I pulled off my jeans and slid into bed beside her. She rolled over, now facing me. Her long, dark hair was covering her face. I went to go brush it to the side but I stopped myself. I didn't want to push it too far. I was already pushing it by kissing her cheek today but I couldn't control myself. I rolled over to resist any other temptations I might have. I needed to wipe my feelings away from my mind. It became really hard to do that when I felt her bury her face in my bare back. Her one foot was placed on top of mine. The closeness was over whelming for me. There was too much skin to skin contact. If she was any other girl I'd be fine with that, but she was just so innocent and precious. I felt like the only one who should get to cuddle with her like this should be her future husband.

I tried to push my thoughts out of my head. I slowly fell asleep, still thinking about her.