I Hate You ~ Louis Tomlinson

PRINCESS

"Do you have any plans for lunch time today?" Louis asks Natalie almost immediately after she walks out of her room.

"Good morning baby." She says and walks up to him to kiss him.

"Oh yeah, good morning?" He says questioningly.

"Louis," she deadpans, "Give me a minute yeah? I just woke up. Say hi, hello, good morning. And then ask the questions." She says patting his chest and then walking away to go sit down at the table.

He leans forward quickly to catch her hand, she spins around. He traps her in his arms, hugging her and rubbing her back.

"I'm sorry lovely. I didn't mean to bombard you so early in the morning." He says softly.

"It's okay Lou, I'm not mad. I'm just not really a morning person." She says moving back a bit.

He holds her gently by the back of her neck and leans back to look at her face.

"Okay, good to know. Do you want me to make you a cup of tea and you can sit down?" He asks.

He's just so sweet, she almost feels bad. Not that it's bad to let someone know what you want or need. And no one else is in the room so it's not like it's embarrassing or anything, but he's just so nice she doesn't want him to feel bad.

He comes over a minute later with two cups of tea, sitting down next to her on the bench at the table. He turns his body so he's facing her and rests his arm on the backrests of their seats.

"Sorry," she mumbles leaning her head on his arm shyly.

"For what lovie? Don't be."

"I didn't mean to be mean," she mumbles.

"Love, you're too cute," he says leaning over and kissing all over her face. He keeps his hands on each of her cheeks. "Never be sorry for telling me or anyone else what you need. And if anyone ever gives you trouble about it, you come to me."

She giggles and kisses his wrist before he lets his hands slip down to her sides. He grabs her hips so he can pull her legs up over his lap. He moves his arm so it's against the backrest of the chair again and puts his hand on her shoulder. Rubbing the space where her shirtsleeve meets her skin.

"What did you want to ask me earlier?" She asks smiling shyly at him.

"Oh yeah," he starts excitedly, "Do you want to play football with me at lunch? I found my football in my room the other day."

She furrows her eyebrows at him, "Well sure baby, but I don't really know how to play."

He looks at her, extremely confused, "You used to play in school."

"Ohhhhh," she says at it dawns on her, "You mean soccer. Yes, I'd love to play."

"Lunch time?"

"It's a date," she replies with a smile. 

"You ready to play?" Louis asks, barging into Natalie's office. 12 o'clock, right on the dot.

"Sure!" She says happily, "You're quite excited about this, aren't you?"

"Very," he says slinging his arm over her that isn't carrying the soccer ball.

They get outside and while Louis is bubbling with excitement, Natalie takes a minute to stand in the warm sun. She turns her face to the sky and smiles to herself.

Her eyes jolt open when all the sudden the sun is gone from her face and she feels Louis standing in front of her. He smiles warmly at her, leaning down to kiss her forehead and resting his head against hers. His hands find her waist and she folds into him, wrapping her arms around his torso so they cross over each other and she can hold him tightly.

In response he crosses his over her back and hooks his chin over her shoulder.

"Ready to play?" She asks softly.

"One more minute," he mumbles happily.

Her chest fills up with little butterflies and she smiles, closing her eyes and leaning into him more. She reaches her hand up to play with the hairs at the back of his neck until he pulls away.

"Okay, now I'm ready," he says.

She giggles and pecks his lips. He walks away and starts trying to make a little goal out of random things he can find.

"Alright so, here are the goals," he starts, but then turns to see her looking down at the ground shyly, kicking at the dirt.

He jogs up to her and puts a hand on each of her forearms, bending down to try to get her to look at him. "Hey love, what's wrong? We don't have to play if you don't want to." He says sincerely.

He's so sweet to her, she could just melt. "What if I'm not good?" She mumbles.

"Oh lovie, I don't care. I just want to spend time with you, but we don't have to play if you don't want."

"I do, just don't make fun of me. Okay?" She says looking up at him.

Honestly, Louis has made her feel nothing but safe since they've been together, but things used to be so different between them. She still gets worried sometimes. 

"I won't, I won't. I promise." He says holding her face in his hands. She nods and he lets go, walking away from her and picking up the ball.

"Unless you really suck," he says cheekily, "Then I'll make fun of you a little."

"Louis!" She screeches, but she knows he's joking.

"Let's see what you got princess." He teases.

Four goals later, all of them made by Natalie, Liam and Niall join to watch them play.

"Goallllll," Niall yells when Natalie inevitably makes another perfect shot.

She turns around to see Louis with his hands on his knees, bent over and panting.

"Wanna keep playing?" She asks cheekily, holding her hand over her eyebrows to shield herself from the sun.

"Lunch time's over," Liam yells at them, being perfectly sensible and punctual as always. He and Niall head inside, but she and Louis stay back as he tries to catch his breathe.

"I would have won if we kept playing," Louis pouts.

"Hm, sure. Better luck next time princess," Natalie says, patting his back before running away from him laughing.

"Hey," he yells to her and starts chasing after her. "Get back here!"

She starts running even faster towards the door, trying to escape him.

He reaches her a few feet before she gets to the door and grabs her from behind, wrapping his arms around her.

She shrieks loudly and he spins her around, crowding her into the door behind them.

"You're the princess, okay?" He says, resting his forearms by her head and looking into her eyes.

He doesn't give her a chance to answer before giving her a quick kiss and literally sweeping her off her feet.

He carries her bridal style, opening the door somewhat awkwardly with one hand and one of his feet.

He carries her all the way to her office and sets her down in the doorway. He brushes her hair out of her face and moves her thumb up and down her cheekbone, his other fingers curling around the back of her neck.

He smiles and kisses her, "My pretty princess."