Royally Screwed

Chapter 13

SYLVIE

My head is tilted against the wall as I think about what the fuck I'm doing here.

Vicky and Edmund are still on the slopes, Isabella disappeared a few moments ago, so did Louis. Xander is nowhere to be seen as well.

I stayed in our cabin, since I couldn't do it anymore.

For years, you learn to hate someone.

All to find out hate and like might be synonyms. And maybe you don't hate them as much.

I start softly banging my head against the wall. If my bodyguard were in this room, he'd flip. But he's guarding me from in front of the door, meaning he can't see.

Meaning I can breathe relaxed.

Just as I want to close my eyes again, I see the door slamming open and someone walking inside.

I close my eyes with a shattered breath as I see who it is.

"Sylvie", Louis breathes.

"I was quite enjoying my peace and quiet, thank you very much", I tell him. I don't want to look at him. I don't want my thoughts taking an even more disturbing path.

"You don't get to do that, Sylvie", Louis closes the door behind him, carefully coming closer. "You don't get to tune me out, not after ignoring me all day."

"Because I'm the one who's ignoring you?!", I shout, suddenly standing up. "I'm the one who brought my secret lover here. Don't you get it, Louis?! You meet me after school, take me out, give me all these stupid hopes of an imaginary state of us, and I'm still-"

"There weren't stupid hopes, Trouble", he lets out. I can see his vein pulse, meaning he must be as tense as I am. "Everything I said that day was true."

"Well, you're for sure not acting like it", I shout. I make a few steps towards him, so I can be closer to him. Look him in the eye as he breaks my heart. "I don't even know what you want from me. "

"Do you think this is easy for me?!", he lets out. I can hear his heart pounding. The tremor in his voice. "Do you think it's easy having you so close all the time, knowing I can't have you?"

"Did you ever even try?", I whisper, allowing myself to cup his cheek for one second. One second. That's how long it takes before my brain catches up with my heart and I remind myself I should be angry at him.

I shake my head annoyed at him and want to walk away.

That's when he grabs my wrist turning me back around to him and crashes his lips on mine.

His kiss is anything but sweet. It's hungry. Devastating. As if he would have wanted it for so long, that all his longing floods inside this kiss. I want to gasp as he softly bites on my bottom lip, keeping me in place.

"Scream for me, baby girl", he whispers.

"Fuck you, Louis", I breathe as I wrap my feet around his waist. He is chuckling as he places his hands under my hips lifting me up. Our chests are melting with each other, so are our tongues as we continue our kiss.

Electricity seems to have taken over the room. There is fire spreading around, flames burning my every instinct. My head tells me I should run. Far far away from him. But my heart won't let me.

I put all the anger I feel toward him from making me feel this way in this kiss.

Louis lets go of my mouth and moves on to my neck. Where he caresses my skin. Every spot. Every touch. Most ardently.

"Fuck, Trouble", he breathes, his voice not belonging to him anywhere. It's raw. Stuck somewhere in his throat.

I love that I can get this side out of him.

"Yes, Louis?", I tease him.

"You have no clue for how long I wanted to do this", he says. "Mine", he whispers as he claims me. Makes me his.

It's then I see it all again. Isabella. Him. "I can't be the other woman, Louis", I whisper, my body stiffening.

"Other woman?", he asks me surprised, as if he would have no idea what I'm talking about.

I raise an eyebrow at him as I free myself from his touch. "You're here with Isabella", I remind him. "Your girlfriend."

From all the reactions I had expected from him, him suddenly bursting out in a laughter wasn't one of them. "Right."

"What do you mean?"

My head is spinning, my heart is still raging from our kiss, my body is aching to be back in his arms.

"Isabella and I aren't together. I only pretended we were dating for her to be able to come on this trip. She needed to talk to Xander and didn't know how."

I'm way too lost right now. "You're not together?"

"No", he answers determined. "There is only one woman in this world I would be together with, yet she happens to be convinced she hates me."

"My pity", I can hardly remember the last time I breathed. This isn't normal. Is it?

"I know", he laughs, but it seems more pained than amused. "She also happens to be my best friend's sister, so that only makes things better."

And it's then it hits me.

Making myself some courage, I make some nervous steps towards him. My hand wonders as by itself on his cheek. I brush my thumb over his skin, as his eyes pierce mine.

That shade of brown.

"Why didn't you tell her how you feel?", I need to know of him.

He shrugs, his chest sinking and falling alarmingly fast. "Would she have believed me if I did?", he counters.

"Probably not", I reply. It's then I place my second hand on his face as well. "No more lies, Louis", I whisper.

"What's the point?", he gives up. "You're hating me anyway."

I softly press my lips on his. "Does this feel like I hate you?"

He lets out a soft moan showing me just how much this is affecting him, before he interrupts our connection with his thumb brushing my lips. "Don't do it", his voice sounds more like a beg.

"Don't do what?", I stare. I still recognise the fire in his eyes from seconds ago, but now that fire is clouded by something else.

"Don't give me hope. Not when all I did these past few weeks was trying to make myself believe there is none."

"No", I try to stop him.

"Tell me to go", he demands of me. "Tell me to go. Tell me to go and I'll leave. But I need to hear you say it, sweetheart."

I don't know what I'm doing as I open my mouth and one word slips out of it. Would you have asked me a few weeks ago, I never thought I'd say that to Louis out of all people. Yet never have I ever meant a word more. It comes straight from my heart. Unfiltered. Unexpected. Raw. True.

"Stay."

"I'll...", he wants to say, probably so up in his head he didn't even hear me. It's as he is one step towards the door the he freezes and turns around. "Wait...What did you say?"

"I asked you to stay", I repeat, getting more confident.

"Oh, Trouble."

He doesn't need much to find his way back to me. His hand wonders on my lower back, pulling me closer. My chest is like glued onto his. He brushes with his lips on mine, letting "I'll stay" out. It sounds more like he tries to make himself believe he's actually saying the words as if that he would try to tell them to me.

"Stay", I repeat.

I don't give a damn about the voices in my head as he kisses me one more. All I can think of is the boy holding me and the butterflies in my stomach.