The Love Letters (Larry Stylinson)

Chapter 51

Since the day Louis broke down, one week ago, we haven't seen each other a lot. Only two times. But I thought a lot about what happened, and I feel like he's the right person. He's the boy I've been waiting for. I love Louis. I just know it. And... I also think I'm ready. Ready for him.

That's why I invited him today to sleep over. Gemma's at university, dad is on a business trip and mum said I could have the house for the weekend, she'll be out. I plan on cooking with him, and who knows? Maybe something will happen later, maybe not. I wish so, though. I even bought condoms and lube, god, lube is so expensive! I was not a hundred percent sure what his size is, so I just took regular and large. I'm sure one of them will fit. I know that he's big, so I didn't take small. I mean, I've seen him naked.

Maybe he carries some condoms with him, which I doubt since he never tries to force me into anything I don't want.

A little time later, my boyfriend shows up, all excited and dressed up. "Hi babe!", he says happily as he enters my house. He looks so gorgeous, so fine. I have to kiss him because he looks just so good. He tastes... interesting, like strawberries...?

"Are you wearing lipstick, honey?"

Louis smiles. "Strawberry lipstick state of mind..."

I gasp. I love him. "I get so lost inside your eyes..."

"Would you believe it?", he chuckles. He loves me. He loves the song. I love him. I love him. I love Louis.

With shaky hands, I take off his coat and lead him towards the kitchen. He's stunned by all the candles and the music and he squeezes my hand excitingly. "That's so romantic!", he says. I giggle and give him a pan.

"Can you cook?", I ask.

"Not at all."

"Then I'll teach you. Let's start with something simple", I say. He chuckles. "What are we going to do?"

"Chicken Spaghetti."

"Doesn't sound that simple", he mumbles. "I don't even know how to cook noodles." I laugh and hug him from behind, pressing a soft kiss on his cheek. "It is. I'll let you fry the chicken, yeah?" I try to get as close to him as possible, to create some tension. I want him to feel what I want, so that he can stop me if he thinks it's too early. Of course, I'd like to seduce him, but I don't know anything about his sexual life apart that he isn't a virgin.

"Sure", he says sarcastically. I explain him how it works while cutting the vegetables. It starts with Louis pouring way too much oil into the pan. Then the chicken falls on the floor and he has to wash it. He cuts it into pieces, holding the knife the wrong way, and pours it into the pan. For a while, we're just cooking peacefully, sometimes doing little breaks to kiss and singing to old love songs.

"Always be my baby!", I sing.

"Say you'll be my darling!", he continues.

"Be my baby now! Oh oh oh oh!"

"I'll make you happy, baby, just wait and see..." Louis smirks at me, slowly coming to me. While I'm measuring the Spaghetti, he stands on his tiptoes and pecks my nose.

"Stop it, Lou! I'm busy."

"Not too busy to sing bad old songs but too busy to kiss your boyfriend? I see..."

"Oh, shut up." I turn around to him, bend down and kiss him passionately. He immediately kisses me back, pushing me against the kitchen table. I wrap my left leg around his legs and pull him closer, which causes him to moan into my mouth. I grip onto his hair, and he starts to deepen the kiss. His soft lips are wrapped around my lower lip, softly sucking on it. He supports us with his hands on the table, managing to push my upper body on the table. It starts to get hot, but then I remember that we have to focus on the food.

"We're alone", I mumble after pulling away. He chuckles. "I figured."

I fondly stroke his hair, before turning back to my noodles. "Go away. I have to do this. And don't burn the chicken."

"You cheeky little bastard." After nudging my nose one last time, he returns to his chicken. We start to talk a little, but I'm too flustered by his dominant behaviour earlier. That was like... so hot! I don't understand how he manages to be all cute and soft in one moment and then that hot and dominant in the next one. I don't get it. But I like it.

Louis starts to tell me a story about Niall while I put the noodles into the water, when suddenly, a weird smell enters my nose.

"Louis?"

"Yeah?"

"The chicken- are you looking after the chicken so that it doesn't burn?"

"Uhm-" He turns around in panic and sharply breathes in. "Oops."

"Louis!" I run towards the pan and try to save anything that's left. "Fuck, no! We can't eat this anymore!"

"I'm so sorry, Harold", he says guiltily. "I didn't pay attention to it-"

"It's fine, I'm not angry at you, but what do you want us to eat?"

"... the Spaghetti and the vegetables?"

"The main ingredient of the meal is chicken."

"I'm really sorry." He hugs me tight and nuzzles his face into my jumper. "So sorry, babe..."

Aw... I kiss his feathery hair. "Let's just eat what's left." He nods against my chest and pulls away, an adorable pout on his face.

Louis tries to be as helpful as possible. He keeps an eye on the vegetables while I prepare the noodles. Then, we eat it. It doesn't taste bad at all, it's just not enough for both of us. I'm not angry at him. Not at all. It's cute.

"I wanted to apologise for burning the-"

"Shut up", I cut him off, "It's all fine. Don't apologise."

He smiles and looks down at the meal. "Thank you so much for inviting me. Even though I messed up the food, this is so nice."

"That's not the best part, yet", I mumble. Louis' eyes widen and he bites on his bottom lip to keep back a smirk. "Well, I look forward to... the best part."

"Now there's no food left", I sigh after we're finished. Louis takes my hand and softly strokes it. He looks into my eyes, all innocent but at the same time seductive. "But... I'm still hungry", he replies. Then he licks his lips, keeping eye contact.

And boom, I'm hard. I stare back at him, probably with a red face. "Sh- should we just skip to the best part?", I stutter. He smiles and gets up, still holding my hand. He pulls me up and kisses me. It's a slow kiss, passionate and burning. He doesn't taste like strawberries anymore.

"Let's go to my room", I whisper. Louis nods. "Okay, babe." He pulls me into another kiss, his hands lying on my back. We try to find the room like that, but since it's on the first floor, it's a little complicated. When we finally arrive, he slams the door and pushes me on the bed, climbing on top of me.

"I will satisfy your hunger", I mumble before connecting our lips once again.