He has my heart. L.s.

31

I stand awkwardly in the kitchen Louis upstairs doing God knows what. I'm nervous I will admit. I watch as Jay wisps around the kitchen cooking dinner. Louis told me she was now a nurse and works mostly night shift, he said it was better then working two jobs.

"You can sit if you'd like," she says drying her hands on a towel. I nod taking a seat drumming my fingers against the table. "Would you like something to drink?" I decline politely gnawing at my inner cheek. "Sweetie you don't have to be nervous, I already like you, you're a sweet kid. I think you're good for my Boobear."

"Really?" I ask.

"Definitely, before he meant you he was in a bad place he was sad, but then all the sudden he got happier and was smiling a lot more and he started to fall back into his dorky self that we love," Jay says patting my knee. "I like you better than Eleanor anyway."

I laugh. "I'm glad you accept him and didn't kick him out."

"Why would I kick him out? He's my firstborn and my only son. I can't change him," she says.

I laugh dryly. "Wish my parents were as understanding as you."

"Oh they don't know?" She asks I shake my head.

"My Dad would kill me, my Mum would let him.
He's really against gay rights and Mum follows him," I shrug. Jay shakes her head.

"My family will support you both," she says. Louis strolls in the kitchen on football shorts and a jumper he walks to the fridge.

"Hey Styles want anything to drink?" He asks.

"No thanks," I answer. He grabs two bottles of water anyway handing one to me, I take it. I was thirsty but I don't know I didn't want to ask for any.

"I already offered he didn't want any," Jay says.

Louis stands by me. "He's polite and nervous he didn't want to have you go through the trouble," he says ruffling my hair into my eyes. I move it back.

"Well we will be in my room call us when dinner is ready," Louis says taking my hand in his leading me toward the stairs. I only now notice he's wearing his glasses, which he looks so hot in.

"Door open Louis!" Jay calls out Louis waves a hand dismissing her.

When we reach his room I go to sit on his bed, he shuts his door and walks over to me I stare up at him. He pushes me down back on the bed attaching his lips to mine. He straddles my hips, he makes a noise from the back of his throat. He pulls away for a breath. "I've been wanting to do that," he breathes. Only a second before his lips are on mine again kissing rougher driven by passion, he kisses down my neck and litters kisses all over my neck and collarbone. His hands find my hair tangling and tugging at it earning a moan from me. I bunch his shirt up getting his lips to come back up on mine I kiss his lips my breathing erratic, trying to make up for lost time. Finally he pulls away falling in bed next to me he pulls me close to him my head on his chest, he plays with my curls. I breathe in his scent, it immediately calming me.

"Are you a virgin?" He asks suddenly.

"Yea," I mumble trying to hide my face. "Why?"

"Just curious. I mean I want to be able to know how far I should take it when I'm making out with you," he says kissing my forehead.

"When do you want to have sex?" I ask randomly.

"Whenever your ready," he smirks. "I don't want to push you to do anything is my problem," he says his eyes fluttering close. He must be tired, he's been having sleep troubles. Nightmares and just having a hard time falling asleep. "Also since it would be your first time I want it to be special."