I Love You ~ Louis Tomlinson

Darling

~~~ A/N Hi, just a warning. There's only 5 chapters left of this book! I just started a new job so I won't have as much free time, but hopefully it won't take me too long to update. I promise though I will finish this! Thank you to anyone that's still reading! I love you all <3 ~~~

"So, what now?" Natalie asks with her hands on her hips. 

"What do you mean?" Louis chuckles, "You already folded laundry, made us pizza from scratch, and cleaned the bathroom."

"I know," she says sheepishly, "But I'm done with all that now." 

"Do you not know how to be unemployed?" He asks. 

This is normal for him when he comes home for a bit. He always tries to do nothing. Of course he'll visit his family and see his friends as soon as possible, but right now it's mid week and the kids have school and he'll see his friends soon enough.

She shrugs, "No babe, I've always worked at least one job."

"At least one?" He asks with furrowed brows. 

"Yeah," she says, folding up one of the couch blankets, "I had to work a couple jobs at one time to put myself through college."

"I'm sorry love," he says concerned. 

"It's okay," she shrugs again, "It's just something I had to do."

"So now you deserve to rest," he says, opening his arms to her from where he lays on the couch. 

She groans, throwing herself onto the couch to lie next to him. He rubs a hand up and down her side, and gives her a lopsided smile as she whines, "But we did that yesterday." Louis laughs in response and she scoffs. "Don't laugh at me!" She squeals, but it only serves to make him laugh harder. "Louis!"

He softens, "I'm sorry love. Is there something you want to do?"

"We can start cleaning up your mess room," she suggests.

"Love," he whines. 

He's been avoiding that ever since they got home a little over a week ago. He as a plan for what to do with it once it's clean, but he wants to skip into the future when it's actually clean. He hates cleaning, but he loves her. 

"Let's just start it baby, come on please," she whines, giving her best puppy eyes and pouty lips. 

She gets up and knees her way over to his lap and sits herself down. He wraps his hands around her waist and lolls his head to the side. 

"Please," she begs. "I'll make us dinner and even a cake if you want. We can relax later while we watch a movie and cuddle," she offers. 

Louis hums, considering it. "Not sold yet," he teases. 

She moves closer and wraps her arms around his neck. "We can make a fort in the living room and stay there all night. Please Lou," she begs. 

He leans up and kisses her softly, "Of course darling. As if I could ever say no to you." 

"I love you," she says sincerely.

"Love you," he says against her lips.

All jokes and boredom aside, living with Louis is a dream. He makes her tea and toast and brings it to her in bed when he wakes up before her. He'll brush her hair if she's sad and he's been watching YouTube videos on braiding hair when he thinks she's not watching. 

He's been very kind, he's always so good with her. Seeming to know exactly what she needs before she even has to say it. Sometimes he knows what to do when she doesn't even know what's wrong herself.  She just hopes he does that for him. 

"Lou?" She asks. 

"Yeah?" He replies, looking through some papers on the desk. 

She pauses so long he looks up at her, "Do you ever think about us?"

"What do you mean? I always think about you," he says earnestly. 

"I don't know how to explain what I'm trying to say," she admits. 

"Okay," he says, walking up behind her and kissing her shoulder. She leans her head back against him as he wraps his arms around her waist. 

She sighs, "Do you ever feel like," she clears her throat, "Sometimes I think you know me better than I know myself." 

"I don't know if I can be the judge of that, but I think I know you well," he says with a shrug. 

"Do you think I know you well?" She asks tentatively, turning around to look at him. 

He furrows his brows, "Course you do. Why would you even ask that?" 

"Do you think you know me better than I know you?" She asks softly. 

"No. Do you think you know me better than I know you?" He counters. 

"No. That's the problem," she sighs. "I think you know me better and sometimes I wonder if I'm not good enough for you." 

"What? Natalie-" he starts, but she cuts him off. 

"I just don't know if I'm good enough to you or know you as well as you know me. Louis, you always know what to say. You're basically perfect and I'm just me," she says sadly. 

"Baby, I love you exactly how you are and you don't even believe in perfect," he points out. 

"I believe in you and I don't know it just seems like you always get it right," she shrugs. 

"But I don't. All I do is what I can and you make it so so easy love," he says softly. "You've supported me through my time on tour. You never complained that it was too busy or got upset when I didn't have time to give you. You didn't ask for anything when you could have asked for so much. You're such a good person with such a big heart. You always take my feelings into consideration and always make sure I know I'm loved. I don't know how you could ever possibly think I could need anything else when you're already everything."

"Thank you Lou, I mean it, but I still feel like I can't express myself the way you do. You have such beautiful words and I feel like I'm always playing catch up," she explains. 

"We just have different love languages. We have contrasting strengths and weakness, but that's how it's supposed to be.  You show me you love me by making me a painting or putting us in your scrapbook. By making me dinner late at night when you know I'll be hungry after a show or making sure I'm asleep after a hard day before you relax yourself. I love the way you express yourself and I love the words you say to me. I don't ever feel like I'm missing anything love, I promise," he says earnestly. 

"Okay," she resigns, "As long as you know how much I love you."

"Course I do sweet girl. I love you," he says, pecking her lips.

"Love you too and thank you," she says, leaning her head on his chest. 

"Anytime. Now, do you want to get back to cleaning or do you need a break?" He asks thoughtfully. 

She smiles, "I'm good to keep going if you are."

"You know I'm always ready to keep going," he smirks suggestively. 

She rolls her eyes and laughs, turning to the pile of clothes she's hanging up, "Trust me. I know."