Jammed (Louis Tomlinson au)

Chapter 23

I woke up smiling, which surprisingly had become a normal thing since I'd been with Louis. We stayed until sunset at the gardens, and then went back to the hotel and ordered room service while I tried to translate some dumb Russian sitcom that was on TV. It was a good first date, if that was what we were counting it as. I'd never had a first date before, but I didn't tell Louis that.

He was sleeping soundly when I woke up, soft snores coming from above me as I found myself nestled in between his strong arm and warm chest. I looked up at him and focused in on his soft facial features, the small bit of facial hair growing on his cheeks. His long, soft eyelashes cast shadows on his defined cheekbones. He looked young when he slept: peaceful.

As I woke up more, and the sun rose through the hotel room windows, I began to remember something I had dreamt about last night. It was still fuzzy, but I definitely remembered the basic idea of it; probably because it was so different from my usual dreams. When I did remember, I often had dreams about Drew, reliving his death in different ways. Sometimes I'd flashback to that day, but instead of Drew, the man down would be Louis. With those dreams, I always woke up worried and with my heart pounding. I never woke up smiling.

But last night was different from any dream I had ever had. Except for the fact that I was in some random, futuristic space-station like thing, it was completely realistic. Marlee and Niall were there, as well as some other people that I didn't recognize. I was in a white dress, and I knew it was a wedding dress. I was panicking to finish my vows, which was definitely something I would end up doing: procrastination at it's finest.

Niall was yelling at me to finish, and I was yelling at him to shut up; which was probably the most realistic part of the whole dream. And I was scrambling around, stressing myself out too much on such an important day. That was where the dream ended. And for a moment I was upset that I didn't get any further: I didn't even know who I was marrying. But as I thought about it more, and relaxed in Louis' arms, I knew exactly who it was.

I never really saw myself getting married, or having any sort of future outside of MASK. Children were out of the question, but being a wife? It just wasn't me. Maybe it was because just two months ago I'd never been in a real relationship before, but nevertheless I'd never taken a moment to stop and think about something as important as marriage. While most girls started planning their dream weddings at age fourteen or so, I was far behind.

But things were suddenly changing so fast, I couldn't help but think that this totally random dream meant something more. It didn't even matter who I was getting married to, the dream itself helped me recognize how fast I was changing. I had welcomed my heart to Louis, fully, and I could picture a future with him. I didn't want to ever be away from him.

He started to stir and I was brought out of my thoughts as his arm tightened around me. I felt him move a little closer, and not long after felt his cool, chapped lips brushing my forehead as he hummed a morning tune. Maybe he had a good dream as well.

"Morning, love." He sounded so British and it made me laugh as he pushed himself out from under me, sitting up and stretching as morning arrived. I didn't even know what time it was, but I wasn't bothered check as my shirtless boyfriend sat flexing his shoulder muscles before me.

"Sleep okay?" He turned to me after rubbing the reminants of sleep out of his eyes. I thought back to the dream again and found that I couldn't help but smile. Louis noticed and before he could even ask why, I buried my face in the pillow to hide my giggled. God, I was turning into a literal pile of mush.

"Holy shit, I don't think I've ever heard you giggle. Damn babe, I think I'm in love." My eyes creeped out from under the fluffy white pillow at the sound of his words, and I watched as the color slowly drained from his face upon realizing what he had said. Obviously it wasn't what he meant to say, but it still caused my breath to catch in my throat as I waited for him to explain, just to assure me that it wasn't what he meant to say.