We Made It |L.T|

Chapter Three

August 8th

It was early morning when my feet patted down the steps of his house, as I had just woken up from another nightmare. Course I panicked when I woke up forgetting my surroundings and lost in my fearful thoughts. But when the memory of my circumstances came back. I found myself looking all around the room for him. But came up short when I realized he wasn't there. So, I got myself dressed in black shorts and a pale purple jumper. Before I went looking for him. My heart raced at what he would be like today. Because of what happened the night before.

I looked around the corners of rooms I passed by in search for the man. But stopped when I heard his soft humming coming from the kitchen. I made my way towards the kitchen, hearing the humming began to get a bit more clear but not loud.

My eyes scanned the kitchen when I saw him by the stove. I talked myself into walking up to him and saying at least a good morning. When I gained my confidence.

I hesitantly walked up to him and was about to say good morning. When he turned around, not surprised to see me and just stared at me with a smile. "Good Morning, Love. How'd you sleep?" He asked turning his attention back onto the pancakes he was cooking. Trying to ease the tension that I hadn't noticed till now

His free hand was quick to pull my body to his side. While he finished flipping the pancakes. His hand rested on my waist as his other hand held a spatula. He pressed his lips to my temple as his thumb rub circles along my waist.  "I slept alright. You?" I whispered, feeling a bit uncomfortable with how close I was to him. The affection he kept showing me, was enough to make my heart race. To say I wasn't confused is an understatement. Cause I'm scarred I'll fall for him. Only to see him leave and hurt me, more than I already am.

"I could've slept better." He responded honestly, still keeping his hand on my waist to keep me close to him. My head drooped down knowing why he didn't quite sleep well, guilt began to rush through me. Because I was the reason he didn't sleep. 

"I'm sorry." I whispered looking up at him. He stared down at me after he placed the finished pancakes on the platter. His blue eyes washed over with guilt and empathy. "Baby, I didn't mean it was your fault that I didn't sleep the greatest. I tend to worry over the people I care about." He apologized, lightly kissing my cheek.

My heart fluttered when he said he tends to worry over the people he cared about. Was I one of those people he cared so much about? Honestly, I'm not someone that important to others. So, part of me didn't quite believe anything that he said. Cause I never know when someone is being genuine or is lying to me.

I was snapped out of my thoughts by Louis leading me over to the table. He pulled out a chair and gestured for me to sit down. I sat down, while he pushed me in and walked away for a moment. I waited patiently as he moved around the kitchen getting breakfast ready. I looked away from the attractive man and stared out the window of Hollywood. I rest my head on my crossed arms as I got lost in my own thoughts.

Louis came back with two plates of pancakes with blueberries and strawberries on top that decorated them nicely. He sat the one plate in front of me and the other one beside me as he took a seat beside me. I stared down at the plate of pancakes and noticed that the blueberries were delicately placed into a smiley face. I looked back up and saw him grinning at me. Which caused a small smile to spread across my face. That made his bright blue eyes light up. I blushed a bit tilting my head back down staring back at the smiley face that was spread across my pancake.

We both began to eat in silence, not completely comfortable with each other. But still comfortable enough to sit in silence.

It was when he abruptly got up from his chair that my head shot up in fear and my stomach twisted into knots. He looked back at my widened eyes and pale face. "Just getting us some coffee. Darling" He simply spoke reassuringly, keeping his gaze on my stiffened body, until I relaxed a bit to bring the fork full of pancake in my mouth.