I Love You ~ Louis Tomlinson

Plane Ride

Another perk of dating the Louis Tomlinson, Natalie now has TSA precheck and a security escort. She's never had such an easy and stress free experience in an airport and not to mention the first class seats are like sitting on a cloud. 

"Baby, this is the most amazing chair I've ever felt," Natalie says, settling into her airplane chair that's really more like a bed. 

Louis giggles, hiding his giant smile behind his hand. He pulls out his phone and starts recording her just as she finds the complementary blankets. 

"Lou, they have blankets," she whisper yells. 

"I know," he says leaning over to kiss the top of her head. 

"Thank you, for all of this," she says, smiling and holding his cheek in her hand.

"Don't have to thank me," he replies, his cheeks flushing red. 

"Yeah, but I will," she says, leaning up to kiss him. She smiles and settles back against her chair again, curling up on her side and staring at her wonderful boyfriend. 

Louis puts a movie on and gives her one side of the headphones. He seems to really enjoy whatever he put on, but she stares at him more than anything. That doesn't last long though because she falls asleep within a few minutes, it's just too comfortable and it's been a long day. 

"Hey love," he says shaking her awake after about an hour or so.

"Yeah?" She replies sleepily, figuring they were going to land or something. 

"I need you," he whimpers. 

"What's wrong Lou?" She asks, sitting up and looking at him in concern. 

"My stomach hurts and I'm sad," he whines. 

"Alright honey," she says kissing her boyfriends forehead. "Can you tell me more baby? Are you sad about your tummy or sad about something else?"

Louis sniffs, "I miss them already."

"That's okay," she says running a hand through his hair. "It's natural for that to happen, but I'm here," she soothes. "What can I do to help?"

"I don't know," he shrugs. "I just didn't want to be alone."

"Okay, well how about we get something to settle your stomach and watch another movie, help you relax a bit." She suggests. 

He nods and hides his face in her shoulder, curling in on himself a little bit. She flags down a stewardess and asks for some ginger ale and crackers while Louis chooses to put on Grease. In the time she's been with him they've watched it a few more times than she'd like, but she'd never say no to him on a good day, much less when he's not feeling well. 

"Does me touching your stomach make it better or worse?" She asks, one hand brushing through the hair at the back of his head and the other one rubbing gentle circles on his stomach. 

"Better," he sighs, eyes slipping closed. 

"Good, you rest now," she says after he's taken some sips of his drink. He falls asleep and she finishes the rest of his little snack, she figures he won't mind. 

He curls in against her again with his head on her chest. She keeps running a hand though his hair and the lets her other hand fall to his hip, drawing little shapes on it. Soon she falls asleep too, with the feeling of his chest expanding and contracting against her and his steady heartbeat matching the speed of hers. 

When they make the announcement that the plane is getting ready to land Louis lets her know his stomach is feeling much better which she is relieved to hear. 

"Think I just needed a good cuddle," he says, holding her hand. 

She smiles at her sappy boy, "Well, good thing we live together now. I'll be at your constant cuddling disposal."

"Don't give me that kind of power baby," he jokes. 

She shakes her head, "You already have it. I'm all yours."

"Who's the sap now. I guess I'm rubbing off on you," he smirks. 

"Again, this is not a shock. I feel as though this has been happening a while now," she rolls her eyes. 

He smiles and kisses her hand. "So, I figure we'll do some shopping tomorrow. We can get groceries and do laundry and all that domestic good stuff. And then later in the week we can get you anything you need for the house. Jet lag can be a real beast so I want us to take it easy okay babe?"

"Sounds lovely," she says quietly. "Think I could sleep for the next week probably."

Louis laughs, "Yeah, we can do that too. We have plenty of time to relax. We can cuddle and watch movies and be alone."

"Oh boy," she blushes. 

"What?" He says in a funny high voice, clearly not picking up on the inference she made. "We haven't ever lived alone, I'm excited."

"Yeah, me too," she agrees. 

"I'm going to do my very best to not be incredibly messy," he promises. 

She smiles softly, "There's going to be things we both need to work on sweetheart. You might be messy and I might play my music too loud at night or have way too many bottles of soap in the shower. You don't have to worry about not being perfect, I'll never ask you for that. All I want is for us to be honest with each other." 

"Yeah love, but I'll try to not to leave the seat up at the very least," he offers. 

"I never understood why that was such a big thing. Like why isn't it something people take turns with? Everyone has to use the toilet, people just use it differently," she shrugs. 

Louis laughs, shocked at her stance on the matter. "Are you even human?"

"What do you mean?" She asks. 

"Don't argue with me," he starts, "But you're perfect. Even if you'll never see it, just know you're perfect to me."

"Fine," she concedes. "I won't argue with you if you don't argue with me." She waits until he agrees and continues when he nods. "I'm so incredibly lucky and I'll never know what I did to deserve you, but I'll be forever grateful for it."

"Can I argue with you a little bit?" He asks, "Because I think I'm plenty lucky too and I think you deserve every good thing in the world and I love you."

"I love you too Louis," she says and leans over to kiss his cheek, "So much more than you'll ever know." 

She knows they'll have problems and they'll have fights, but she knows they'll make it work. Not that she has much frame of reference when it comes to love, but she doesn't think love like this happens all the time. 

She's so glad she has him and she doesn't plan on ever letting go.