Second Star to the Right

Chapter 20- Secrets, Secrets are no fun, Unless You Share with Everyone

After we saved Zayn from the almost-fire, he decided that he needed some rest. So once again, it was just Louis and me downstairs.

We resumed a movie and I was sitting right next to Louis, close enough where I could feel the heat radiating off of his body. Neither one of us was really paying attention to the movie, just zoning out.

“It was really brave of you to save Zayn like that.” I said, turning to face him as I sat cross-legged on the sofa.

“He’s my best mate, and I’d give my life to save him.” He responded. He paused. “Listen, Sammi. I know you don’t really like me or the other lads,” he started. Oh, great. I’ve heard this about a million times, it seems. “But I feel like if you get to know us, you would really like us.”

I sighed. “It’s not that I have a major problem with you guys, it’s just what you put me through.” I stated, looking up at him. He looked down at me, his eyebrows furrowed in bewilderment. “It seems as if my dad likes you guys better as his offspring than he likes Jordi and me. He spends more time with you, and he puts more effort into you lads, and it seems like he cares more about you than he does about my sister and me.” I explained.

“I’m sorry, Sammi. I had no idea.”

Yeah, I’ve heard it before. I thought, but I didn’t say it because I knew he really didn’t have an idea that that’s what was going on. Instead I said, “It’s fine, Louis. You had no way of knowing.” I took a deep breath. “And I would really like to be friends.” I voiced with a smile.

He smiled down at me as well, grinning from ear to ear. “Ok, then let’s start now. I want to get to know you.” He stated.

“What do you want to know?” I asked. “I told you pretty much everything that day we... you know.”

He looked confused for a second, and then realized what I was talking about; the first day we met, and we ended up in my bedroom, playing 7 minutes in heaven. “Yeah, sorry about that, by the way.” He chuckled nervously.

I laughed awkwardly along with him. “It’s ok; it’s not your fault.” I pointed out. There was a small moment of silence. Then, I cleared my throat and said, “Anyways, what do you want to know?”

“I want to know exactly who Samantha Cowell is.” He said overdramatically.

“Well, first of all, I hate being called Samantha.” I joked. He put his hands up in surrender. “And there’s not really much to say. I’m an open book.” I gulped. “But I do have one confession. My name’s not really Sammi. It’s Fat Patricia.” I said, quoting Pitch Perfect.

He started laughing immediately. “I thought you were being serious for a minute there!” he said between fits of laughter.

“I am being serious. Dead serious, actually!” I said facetiously.

“Alright, ‘Fat Patricia’, what else should I know about you? Tell me something that nobody else knows.”

My smile fell and I pulled down the sleeve of Louis’ jumper, in which I was still borrowing. “Um, well, there is one thing.” I paused to clear my throat. I pushed a strand of hair behind my ear and looked down at the ground. “Uh...” I hesitated.

He noticed me fidgeting and cupped my chin in his hand, making me look him in the eyes. He hadn’t lost his smile and I was staring right into his brilliant blue orbs. “Come on, Sammi. You can tell me.”

He peered into my optics and I did as well, until I could do so no longer, looking away and pulling back. “Well,” I started. I can’t believe I’m going to tell him something this big. I’ve never told anyone before, not even Jordi. “I... I, um, I used to cut.” I said finally.

His smile immediately faltered and his eyes showed sorrow and pity. “Why?” he asked quietly.

“I felt—well, actually I still feel—like I’m not good enough for anyone. I’m fat, and I’m ugly.”

“And I hate carrots.” He stated.

“What?” I asked, looking up at him once again.

“I thought we were naming things that were impossible.” He said. A shadow of a smile was creeping onto his features.

“Thanks.” I said, not convinced.

“Do you still have scars?”

I inhaled deeply, and then nodded. He gently reached for my hand, pulling it closer to him. He lifted up the sleeve of the jumper, revealing the faded scars.

“I’ve never told this to anybody, let alone show my scars. When they were obvious, I would just wear sleeves or write things on my wrists to cover them up. Luckily, they’ve faded away, but the memories of the pain will always be there...” I drifted off.

He looked up at me and said, “I won’t tell anyone, I promise.” Then, he brought my arm up to his lips and kissed every single last one of my scars. “Don’t... Ever... Cut... Again.” He said between kissing my scars. When he finally finished, he stated, “Because you’re beautiful.”

I pulled down my sleeve and leaned in closer to him, wrapping my arms around his neck and giving him a humongous hug. “Thank you, Louis.” I whispered into his ear.

I tore away from the hug slowly, coming eye to eye with Louis. Our faces were only inches, maybe centimetres apart. I could feel his hot breath tingling against my skin. He ever so slowly leaned in, making the gap between us smaller. With every passing second, I felt my heart pounding in my chest, like it would burst at any moment. I could hear my heartbeat in my ears and was worried Louis could hear it too. After what seemed like an eternity, but in reality it was only five seconds, he swooped in and closed the space between us, completely.

His soft, warm lips met mine as he kissed me lightly. Our lips moulded together perfectly. We stayed that way for a few moments, until his tongue swept across my bottom lip, asking for entrance.

I immediately granted it to him, giving him access. Our tongues danced around, fighting for dominance. His won and he kissed me passionately. He snaked an arm around my waist, pulling me closer to him. While one of his hands sat on my waist, the other rested on the small of my back. Both of my arms were writhed around his neck and I played with the hair at the back of his head.

After about five minutes of snogging, I pulled away, but gave him one last peck.

We both looked into each other’s eyes and he grabbed both of my hands in his. Our noses rubbed against each other’s in an Eskimo kiss, and he said, “Sammi, I know I haven’t known you that long. B-but I was w-wondering if... well, you would l-like... to, m-maybe g-go...” he stuttered, looking down at our intertwined hands.

I giggled. I leaned in and gave him a peck on the lips, still grinning. “I would love to go on a date with you.” I finished for him.

“Really?” he said, looking up at me. He looked relieved and he was beaming.

“Really,” I stated.

“Good,” he said.

He lay down on the sofa and I lie on his chest. We continued watching the movie and he was raking his fingers through my hair. I looked up at him one last time, giving him a kiss on the cheek, before feeling my eyelids become heavy. Right there, I fell asleep, leaving the worries of yesterday in the past. 

A/N: Salutations! Hi! Wazzap! Hola! Yo! Vas happening?! ... Hi y'all. I hope you liked this chapter. So this is the first we see of a real Loummi. (or whatever you want their ship name to be) If you have any ship name suggestions, please tell me. I'm desperate! This chapter is dedicated to @1DTakeMeHome143 because they're super sweet! Comment, vote, and follow! My favorite comment gets a dedication in the next chappie! Ummmm look at the gif at the side of Louis because he's hot. I mean, do you need another reason? So anyways, yeah! Comment, comment, and the most important thing... COMMENT! I acknowledge all comments and I reply to all of them as well. Give me some ship names, and now I'm repeating myself so I'm gonna stop rambling. Bye you guys! I love you.