I Love You ~ Louis Tomlinson

Here With Me

"Hello there," Louis says, throwing the curtain to their bunk back and standing with his hands behind him. "What can I get for you this fine morning?" He beams. 

"What?" Natalie asks, sitting up and rubbing a hand over her eyes. 

Louis sits on the bed and pulls her closer to him by her waist. Her legs rest on top of his and he takes his hands in hers. 

He leans in to whisper in her ear, "We're playing restaurant."

She giggles and nods as he stands back up. "What are today's specials then good sir?"

"Ah yes, I should know that," he says looking down and fishing a out a little notebook.

"Where did you even get that?" Natalie laughs, "You don't even have pockets!"

Louis laughs and falls back on the bed, moving his head over to her lap to look up at her. "I stuffed them in the back of my pants." He mumbles, his words muffled when he moves to hide his face in embarrassment. "I don't even have anything written on it."

The two of them laugh so hard their stomachs hurt, causing a proper scene that makes Harry send them a funny look, but that only makes them laugh more. 

"I believe we have pancakes and muffins," Louis says as they calm down. 

"Pancakes?" She asks.

"Fresh from the box, I can make them myself." He says proudly. 

She rolls over onto her stomach and looks up at him. "That would be lovely," she smiles. 

"Alright," he says leaning over to kiss the top of her head, "You wait here." 

She watches as he stumbles to the kitchen and puts on one of Harry's aprons, throwing a smirk at her and winking when he catches her staring. 

She blushes a bit, but carry's on watching him regardless, leaning her head in the palm of her hand. Louis stumbles a bit, making a mess of the flour and dropping an egg on the floor once... or twice, but he does eventually get the batter together. She had offered to help of course, but Louis is dead set on being her waiter and cook all in one.

He hums to himself as he flips the pancakes, he does that surprisingly well and not long after, he's back in bed with her. They chat while they eat, she tells Louis about a painting she's been working on and he listens to every word she says like it's the most exciting thing he's heard. 

The boys have off this morning so the two of them are having a bit of a lazy morning. Their plates have been pushed to the side and Natalie is lying back with her head resting on Louis' shoulder who is propped up against the wall of the bus.

It's so strange to her that at a point she didn't even think she was going to come on tour with them. Obviously now that she knows it's going well it's much easier to see that, but she can't help but think of how much she would have missed. 

"What's up love? What are you thinking about?" Louis asks as he gently grasps her chin so she'll look up at him. 

"Just thinking," she murmurs, staring shamelessly into his beautiful blue eyes. 

"You don't say," he jokes and leans his head down in search of her lips. She smiles at him and meets him half way. He tastes sweet, like syrup. "And what are you thinking about then?" He asks against her lips before leaning back again. 

She moves to sit up so she can face him. "I don't know, I'm just thinking about how much I would have missed if I hadn't come."

"You don't have to feel guilty love, it was a big choice to make." Louis tries to console her. 

She thinks for a second, "I don't feel guilty really, I just feel well," she tries to think of a better word for it, "Well yeah guilty that I didn't think I'd enjoy it as much as I do." 

"Lovely, you shouldn't be hard on yourself for not knowing that you'd like something you'd never done before," he says in a soft tone that makes her want to melt into the covers and stay in them forever. 

"When I say it out loud, it sounds silly," she admits. "Just, thank you Lou for all that you've done for me to make me comfortable. I'm so happy here with you."

"And I'm so happy you're here with me," he smiles at her. 

Natalie smiles at him before wrapping her arms around his neck to bring him closer. He lies her back gently on the bed and places little kisses all over her face making her giggle and almost accidently knock their dirty plates on the floor. 

"I'll be right back, just have to take care of those," he tells her and when she whines at him leaving her he gives her a quick kiss and wraps her up in a blanket to keep her until he gets back. 

She can hear Louis hum softly to himself as he cleans. She's not sure what has come over him all the sudden being so domestic and not letting her lift a finger, but she appreciates it. Since they've been together he's always taken care of her, but this is a new level. 

When he gets back to their bed he wraps her back up in his arms and kisses her temple few times. 

"Thank you, for breakfast and everything," she says, almost ready to fall back to sleep, happy and with a full belly.

"Of course my love, anytime." 

She looks up at her boy and he looks happy and maybe a bit shy under her staring, but there's also something else she can't put her finger on. 

"Are you okay sweetheart?" She asks, brushing his hair back from his forehead. They've been proper lazy this morning and besides breakfast have only left their bed to brush their teeth and yet despite that, he almost looks uneasy. 

Sure he's been touring for a month and that's bound to take a toll on him, but she has a sneaking suspicion that's not it. 

"Of course, don't you worry about me." He replies. 

"It's my job you know, I'm always going to want to take care of you," she tells him surely.

"Just need some rest," he says tightening his grip on her, "And some cuddles."

She smiles, but she's not fully sure she's convinced. "Can always help you with that," she says snuggling that much closer to him, "But I'm here if you need anything," she reminds him.

She can feel Louis' smile pressed against her more than she can see it as he replies, "Thank you." He lets out a deep breath, "I know."