I Love You ~ Louis Tomlinson

Always, Always

"What's it like writing a song?" Natalie asks Louis as they lay in bed for the night.

"What do you mean?" He asks, leaning on one of his elbows to look down at her. 

"Like how do you do it? You're so good with your words and it just doesn't make sense to me. Like how you can think of something and then all the sudden it turns into music and meaning," she tries to explain.

"Well, it doesn't usually happen instantaneously, Rome wasn't built in a day." He shrugs, "There's a lot of people that work on it and help you, but I guess it's like anything. I can't pick up a canvas and just paint something. Well I can," he chuckles, "But it would look nothing like what I intended it to be. And I think it's something you have to work on. Not all my ideas are good and it took me a while and some failures to get to a point where the songs I was writing were actually good enough for other people to hear." She hums so he knows she's listening. "Why do you ask my love?" He questions, running his hand through her hair softly and untangling any knots he finds. She tenses a bit and hesitates. "Something wrong?" He asks quietly.

"Do you ever wish I was better with my words? You say such beautiful things and I feel like I'm just like yeah ditto," she finishes in a dumb voice.

"I think you're perfect the way you are," Louis says sincerely. 

She sits up in the bunk and looks at him with furrowed brows, crossing her arms over her stomach. "I'm serious Lou, nothings perfect," she argues. 

He sighs and sits up against the headboard. He doesn't sound mad, just tired. She's starting to wonder if she should have waited to talk to him about this. "No, it doesn't bother me. Never even crossed my mind to bother me if I'm honest. Is there something you feel like you're not saying?"

Well, that's sort of a loaded question. There's things she's thought of saying, really just crossed her mind, but that's not the problem here is it? 

"No, it's not that," she looks down shyly. "Sometimes I just want to be sure you know how much I like you... because it's a lot."

"Oh my love," he coos and pulls her into his chest. "I think I know." He says with something like a smirk, humor in his voice, but not in a mean way. In a way that he hopes she knows he understands her. "Do you want to know how?

"How?" She asks, hiding her face in his chest. 

"Because I think I feel the same way," he says pressing a kiss to the top of her head, "If not even more." 

"Not more," she mumbles happily. 

"Okay," he concedes, "Then the same."

She wants more than anything to believe his words. In a way she knows she should, but she can't help the nagging voice that's clawing its way into her brain. The feeling that's sitting hard on her chest and making it like she can't breathe until she gets those words out. 

"You don't think I need to do more for you?" She asks in a whisper. 

She's not trying to be annoying and she really hopes she isn't but sometimes she gets in her own head and it makes her insecure. 

"Babygirl," he says taking her chin in his hands and looking deep into her eyes, "How can you give me more when you're already my everything?"

And how could that not make her cry. She sits up and covers her face in her hands, letting out quiet sniffles and trying not to let them turn into big sobs. 

"What's wrong? What happened? Love, I'm sorry I-" he starts, but she cuts him off. 

"You're so kind. So good, Louis. Don't be sorry. That's not why I'm crying. You're just," she whines as she's at a loss for words, "Perfect."

He laughs against her lips as he kisses her sweetly, "Thought that didn't exist." He teases. 

She pulls back from him and lets out a wet laugh, "Yeah, guess I thought that until I met you."

Louis laughs loudly, but only pulls her closer. Huddling her into him as she folds her body up so she can fit in his lap. Her knees are pressed against her chest and her arms around his waist. It would almost be uncomfortable if she didn't take so much comfort in being consumed by him. "That's so cheesy love," he breathes. 

She shrugs and tightens her arms around him. She thinks now would be a perfect time to tell him she loves him, but then she thinks of her tear stained cheeks and emotional outburst and then thinks better of it. She wants to do it in a completely cheesy way. Something over the top and ridiculous, but still somehow meaningful to them. Quiet in the way she knows he doesn't need the world, but loud in the way the moon lights up the sky at night. 

"Hey," she says nudging her nose under his, "Thank you and sorry for," she waves a hand over her face to try to diffuse the blush that's growing on her cheeks, "All the crying."

"Don't ever have to apologize for expressing your emotions," he tells her surely. 

"Thank you for always being my safe place," she says looking up at him from under his chin. 

He moves his head to look at her better, his chin squishing and his nose scrunched up cutely. "Always, always." He says and she thinks he's the cutest thing she's ever seen. "How about I make us some tea, yeah?"

It wasn't really a question, but she would never get in the way of him and his tea anyways. She think it's the source of his powers. 

They spend the rest of the night cuddled up in bed under a huge, fluffy blanket Louis draped over their shoulders and they watch a movie. She's so grateful for him and she knows no matter what, she'll always, always want to be around him.