Broken-a Haylor fanfiction

Chapter 6

Taylor's POV

I woke up and got out of bed. I left my room and started walking around, until I heard thrashing, coming from a bedroom. I opened the door carefully and saw it was Louis' room. Which, by the way, was super messy. But, what I was really focused on was Louis, who was tossing and turning in his sleep.

"Louis?" I said softly, trying to wake him up.

It didn't do anything. I carefully walked over to him and shook him gently. His eyes opened slowly, revealing very tired, yet sad blue eyes.

"Louis, you ok?"

He smiled. "I'm fine. What are you doing here?"

"You looked like you were having a nightmare. I wanted to wake you up from it."

He nodded and got out of bed. He wasn't wearing a shirt. He found a white and blue striped shirt and pulled it on.

He asked politely, "Can you go? I need to change my pants."

I flushed, embarrassed. "Sorry!" I walked out of the room.

Soon, he came out, wearing blue jeans with the bottoms rolled up. He was barefoot. 

"What's that smell?" he asked.

"I don't know. I didn't notice it."

"Maybe Harry's cooking?"

We walked into the living room and saw delicious looking food spread out along the table. Harry was standing by the table, clearly waiting for us.

"Whoa!" I said, amazed.

Harry smiled.

Louis burst out in marvel, "You didn't have to do this."

"I wanted to. It was to say thank you for being so understanding yesterday."

We smiled.

Louis then added, "You didn't have to thank us for that. We're your friends. We're supposed to be understanding."

Harry smiled and then teased, "Says the one who always thanks me for doing the same."

Louis stuck his tongue out at Harry. I smiled at the scene. There was a knock on the door.

Louis said immediately, "I'll get it," and ran to the door.

Louis' POV

I ran to the door and opened it, seeing Celia. She was wearing a white camisole, that was a little bit low cut, and a pale yellow skirt.

She said, "Hey! You better now?" 

I answered, "Yeah. Thanks."

She beamed.

I said, "Come in. We were just about to start breakfast, so you can join us."

"Thank you!"

I led her to the living room. Taylor and Harry had sat down. I sat down and Celia sat down next to me on my right.

I introduced, "Guys, this is Celia, our new neighbor. I met her last night." 

Harry said to Celia, "It's nice to meet you. I'm Harry."

"I'm Taylor. Nice to meet you."

"It's so nice to meet you guys. But I knew your names, since, you know, you guys are celebs," Celia said, looking at the food now. "This looks good. Who made this?"

"Harry did," I answered.

"You can cook?"

"Yeah," he replied.

"Cool! Can I start eating? I'm starving."

I laughed at her. Harry and Taylor smiled.

Harry then answered, "Of course you can. No one's holding you back."

Celia chuckled, sitting down. I sat down next to Celia. We started eating. Celia and I finished first since we were quiet. Harry and Taylor were talking and eating.

Soon, I got poked in the side. It tickled a little, so I jumped away, and looked at Celia, who was smiling at me. She touched my side lightly. It tickled, so I squirmed away. She chuckled. 

She teased casually, "I could use this to my advantage."

"You wouldn't."

"Not today. But maybe if I need to make ya laugh..." she trailed off.

I rolled my eyes. Celia smirked at me.

Then, she rested her hand on my leg. As her hand slid up, my heart started to beat faster in my chest. It reached the top of my leg. My breath caught. I shot her a look to indicate that she should stop because we were in public. She winked and slid her fingers between my thighs as if to continue to flirt, then abruptly pulled away. 

I could still feel traces of her fingers where she was touching me. It kinda threw me for a loop since I was still in love with Eleanor. Right? She grabbed my wrist gently.

She whispered, "Can you come with me please?"

I found myself nodding. We got up and walked to my room. She didn't seem to notice or care about the mess. We sat down on the bed. She was so close to me that our legs were touching. I wasn't sure why I was so aware of it.

She kissed my neck lightly. I gasped, as my heart picked up its pace. Then she kissed it with more passion. I was acutely aware of how much I was actually enjoying it. Suddenly, she nibbled on my neck. I moaned. She pulled away abruptly and stood up, a wicked smile on her face. 

She then said, "Bye, Louis. I'll see you around."

And just like that, she walked out, leaving me confused and a bit breathless. What just happened?

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AUTHOR'S NOTE:

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