I Hate You ~ Louis Tomlinson

BABY

"Louis!" Natalie yells angrily from the shower. "Louis, get in here right now!"

"What did you do Louis?" Liam asks him, but he looks up to find Louis smirking.

"Nothing, she probably just misses me." Louis says with a shrug, getting up and going into the bathroom.

He knocks twice and she angrily grunts a, "Come in."

"Yes, lovie? Are you alright sweetheart?" He says in an overly nice tone, clearly mocking her.

"Louis!" She barks, opening the shower curtain so just her head peeks out. "Where is my soap?"

"Did you run out? Do you want me to go to the store later and buy you some more?" He says dumbly, leaning against the bathroom counter.

"Please, can you just tell me where my soap is?" She whines.

"You can borrow mine, I don't mind." He says casually, looking down at his fingers and then back up at her.

She rolls her eyes and shuts the curtain again. "You just want me to smell like you again."

"Well I wouldn't mind it," he says cheekily.

"No, of course you wouldn't." She says with a hint of humor in her voice, dropping her angry façade.

"Do you want yours back?" He asks kindly.

"No, that's okay. As long as you don't mind me using yours." She says shyly even though he set up this entire thing on purpose and she knows it. They're still getting used to each other. 

"I'd love it." He says genuinely. It's quiet a minute, "Need anything before I go?" He asks. 

"Can you stay?" She asks, not even thinking about it before she says it.

"Um," he starts, unsure of what she's asking.

"Just to talk to me I mean. I'm bored," she says, mumbling the last part.

"Oh, yeah. I can do that," he says. "So how is work going?" He asks a bit awkwardly.

She chuckles at his attempt at small talk, "Good, got a lot to do today I think. Ya know with the tour coming up soon and Mondays always seem busier, but it's good."

"That's good. Let me know if you need help with anything." He offers.

She tries to stifle a chuckle. He is really sweet, but he doesn't know the first thing about marketing.

"Don't laugh at me love, come on now." He whines.

"I'm sorry Lou. I appreciate it, I really do, but you don't really know a lot about marketing." She says carefully.

"You could teach me," he says. Half questioning, half hopefully.

"I'd love to. You want to learn about it?" She asks, peeking her head out again.

"Yeah, well you like it and it seems like a good thing for me to know." He says shyly and looking down.

"Towel?" She asks reaching her arm out.

He hands it to her and a few seconds later she comes out, her cheeks red from how hot she keeps the water and she smells like Louis.

"You're very sweet you know," she says walking up to him and kissing his cheek.

He puts one hand on her waist and the other brushes her wet hair off her cheeks and forehead.

"Thank you," she mutters and he leans down to press a small kiss to her lips.

He opens the door for her, "Come on, you're getting cold."

Around 2 o'clock Louis comes by Natalie's office to take a break, so she decides to as well.  He comes in and the two of them sit on the couch together.

She puts her legs over his lap and takes his hand in hers, playing with his fingers. He turns his hands over and traces the lines. Though they haven't been together all too long, they've found that they can let a comfortable silence fall between them.

Over the weekend they got to know each other more. Louis has 4 sisters and Natalie has two. They talked about their childhood homes and sports they played as kids. Louis played football as he calls it and Natalie ran track and played soccer.

He hopes they can play together sometime.

She told him about how she loves to paint and he asked her to show him some of the things she's made. She paints mostly flowers and landscapes of trees and the ocean. She doesn't think they're that good, but he thinks they are amazing.

But now, it's just quiet. Although for her, her mind never stops.

"What do you want me to call you?" She asks suddenly.

He chuckles, "What do you mean by that? Louis' fine."

She lays her head on his shoulder, trying to hide her face, "I don't know, you call me love or lovie or sweetheart. What do you like to be called?"

"What do you want to call me?" He asks sweetly and she looks up at him to see a wide smile and his eyes crinkling.

"I don't know," she mumbles shyly, hiding her face in his neck again. "I've never done this before."

"You haven't?" He asks, genuinely surprised.

"No, is that a problem?" She asks, getting progressively more embarrassed. Her cheeks at this point are practically tomato red.

"No, no. Of course not. Hey, come here. Look at me love." He says gently.

"What?" She whines and he takes her cheeks in his hands.

"It's okay love. There's no need to be embarrassed." He says, trying to reassure her.

"Yeah, I mean I've gone on dates and talked to a few guys here and there but they were long distance and yeah not really super committed I guess? I don't know how to put it."

"Like a situationship?" He asks.

"Exactly. Yeah." She nods. 

"Do you prefer it like that? Without labels?"

She does not want him to think that. "No, I mean I don't need one right now per say, but like eventually I guess. What about you?"

"Okay, yeah. I agree, we can just see where this takes us, yeah?"

"Yeah," she trails, "Baby." She says sounding unsure of herself. 

Louis blushes at that and looks down. She ducks her head down to try to look at him and read his facial expression. She of course would want him to tell her if he didn't like the pet name, but she sees he has a cutest little smile on his face.

"That okay?" She asks.

"Yeah, that's okay." He says quietly and brings his lips to hers, "Of course that's okay."