Ava's POV
I woke up in Stella's bed with Stella not there. Instead I found Louis, sleeping peacefully. Somehow my hand had made it onto his chest and I was cuddling him, like I had felt him come to bed and my body did that on its own. Now that I was close to him, now that I was touching him, all the anger that had been inside me had dissolved. I just wanted to lick him. I wanted to kiss him and wake him up, but I also loved watching him sleep. So I did that for a while, but then I started seeing the similarities between him and Stella. The tiny almost unnoticeable freckles on his cheeks. The way his hair shined with almost a red tint as the sun hit it through the bedroom window. I'd always loved the way that Stella seemed so simple. Brown hair. Blue eyes. Fair skin. But when you got up close you could see all the little things (pun intended) that made Stella Stella. Her impossibly long eyelashes (just like Louis') and that little sneaky dimple she had on one side when she smiled for real (again, just like Louis). Her hair had a red tint you could only see when we lay in the sun in Peter's back yard. Her cheeks had freckles I only noticed when she fell asleep next to me. And there were things about Louis that made him so insanely beautiful too, like the way his tattoos contrasted against his soft skin, or the subtle wave of his hair. Stella's hair was stick straight, and not nearly as soft as Louis' was, I noticed as I lightly combed through it as he slept. Somehow boys always have the softest hair, despite using God awful 7 in 1 shampoo/conditioner/body wash/lotion/dish soap/sunscreen/motor oil combo type stuff that cost like 3 dollars at Walmart. The more I looked at this man the more I just wanted to kiss him. His eyelids, his cheeks, his nose... everything. My stomach started twisting in knots just looking at him.
How was this my life?
How could I possibly have been mad at this man last night? He was absolutely flawless in every way.
Finally, after a while of just watching him, his lips stretched into a sleepy smile and he stretched a bit in the bed, letting out a groggy groan.
Well, he was awake now. I could kiss him all I want. I had been sitting up, so I wiggled down a little and kissed him along his cheekbone and he laughed.
"Good morning love." He mumbled. I kissed his nose, and the space between his eyebrows before kissing along his other cheekbone.
"I thought you were mad at me." He mumbled. I let the kisses trail down to his lips, then chin, then neck. He groaned.
"Avaaa... behave." He complained. I moved back up and kissed him a couple times on the lips.
"I can behave if you want me to." I whispered, but then I kissed him again and let my hand slide into his hair. Louis' hands found my waist and he lifted me so I was on top of him and I giggled into him.
"Nevermind. You don't have to behave." He whispered.
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Stella's POV
Oli, Leo and I sat in the hotel lobby, awkwardly waiting for Ava and Louis. We all had our duffels at our feet and for some reason none of us were looking at our phones.
"Sooo... I heard it's supposed to rain in Seattle." Oli offered.
"Does it not always?" Leo asked.
"True." Oli nodded.
"Have you ever been to Seattle, Stella?" Leo asked.
"No." I answered.
"Me either." He nodded.
"I have." Oli said.
"It's the last show before Vancouver." Leo pointed out.
"I'll meet you guys in... what was that place called?" I asked Oli.
