Danis POV
"Are you ok?" Louis asks kissing my head.
I don't say anything but I just nod my head. I take off louis glasses, again forgetting I had them on. I hand them back to him and he kisses my head again. I am glad that the beach isn't too far away because all I want to do is just go home and lay on the couch. I am hot and tired and sore. The car stops and I see we are at Caitlin and my apartment. I allow the boys to have my car and just return it tomorrow. Louis and Harry get out as well and I and thankful Louis is coming up with us. They both promise to leave before six which is when Cani night will start. It's only three so they still have a while. We make our way to our apartment and I straight away turn the fans and air-con on. I lead Louis to my room and I lie on my bed. Louis lays next to me and pulls me towards him. I rest my head on his chest and my fingers trace over his tattoos. He runs his hand up and down my arm and kisses my temple. I let out a sigh and sit up.
"Whats wrong?" Louis asks sitting up as well and putting his hand on my knee. I look down at his his hand and don't say anything. His hands are long and bony like mine, his hands aren't big though like Harrys whose are massive, I like lou's hands. I look at his tattoos from his rope, and the bird, the smiley face, pac man, noughts and crosses, the number five talley thing, I can see a bit of his arrow but not a lot of it, his compass, his tea cup, oops, state board, I look further up his arm and take in the detail of his deer and the love heart above it. I move my fingers over his tattoos and he puts his left hand over them. I look up to his face and he has concern written on his face.
"Danielle." Louis says moving his hand off my hand and moving it to move a piece of my hair that's in my face. He has never said my full name before, I like him calling me Danielle, and that's weird because I hate my name and people calling me by it.
"I am just sore and tired." I tell him, he clenches his jaw. His jaw line is amazing like wow. I give him a smile and his jaw relaxes slightly.
"I hate when the fans do that." Louis mutters and shakes his head angrily. I move so I was sitting in front of him and move my hand to his cheek.
"Lou I'm fine, I just have a slight headache but I am fine, don't get angry at your fans over what one of them has done." I say searching his face.
"It isn't just one fan though, fans all over have hurt someone one of us boys likes." Louis says and I stop smiling for a split second. Hopefully Louis didnt notice. "Are you sure that's all that's wrong?" He asks, he noticed. I look into his see blue eyes and I can feel something in the pit of my stomach. "What is it?" He says and I pull my hands back. I look down at them and look at all the cuts, scars and burns I have on them, mainly all from cooking.
"I don't think I can keep doing what we are doing." I say slowly and don't look up at him. He doesn't say anything and I know I need to explain. "I really like you, but... You just got out a really long term relationship and I'm... I'm not in the right state to be thinking of dating, and what we are doing now... I just know it won't work out... I think we should just be, friends." I finish. I didn't like saying those words but I needed too. I don't want to lose Louis, but I can't keep being all flirty with him. The safest thing for us is friends... Even though it pained me. I just really hope louis understands.
"Friends..." Louis sighs quietly. I look up at him and his head is against the back board and he is looking at the roof. I can't do the dating thing again, at least for a while.
"I'm really sorry." I whisper hugging myself.
"It's not your fault... You are right, we should be friends, I am not ready to be in a relationship and what we are doing is going to get one of us, or both of us hurt." He replies rubbing my knee. I feel better knowing that he agrees.
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The Pastry Shop
FanfictionDanielle Jane and Caitlin Denise are two 20 year old pastry chefs who own their own shop in Australia. What will happen when One Direction stumble upon their small little shop?