Lou & Liv Trilogy (One Direction FanFiction)

Chapter Twenty-Six

Olivia's P.O.V.

I am living the dream in one weekend.

Waking up at a lovely 9 am beside the man of my dreams. Louis always wakes up much earlier than me since I tend to have a bad habit of sleeping in late. He's always watching sports recaps or the news, his fingers slowly drumming against my bare back. He's showered and is clean, ready for whatever we planned on doing that day.

Except now it's Monday. And I have a class at 10:30.

"Olivia, rise and shine. You need to be up and getting ready." Louis softly says in my ear. I flick my hand, gently smacking him in the face. Not on purpose, but he was standing too close. "Geeeet uppp." Louis singsonged. He gently pulled me from the bed and picked me up bridal style. My head was lazily resting on his shoulder. "Wakey wakey, eggs and bakey." He hummed. I cracked my eyes open and stared at him.

"I don't want to. I want to sleep." I told him. He just rolled his eyes and carried me to the bathroom. He sat me square on the floor of the shower. I was already beginning to wake up from sitting on the cool tile but then Louis flicked on the faucet and arctic cold water came spraying down on me. I shrieked and moved to the corner of the shower where the water wasn't touching me. My eyes were slits. "How dare you." I growled. Louis just shrugged and turned on the warmer water.

"Just shower and change. You can't be late for class." He called as he left the bathroom, closing the door behind him.

I sighed heavily and continued with my shower. I'm already in there so I might as well. I wrapped a towel around my torso and exited the bathroom, fog clouding the mirror. I walked over to my dresser where Louis had put my clothes when he stole them from my flat. I found some underwear and a bra and slipped that on, noting that Louis was not in the room. I found some skinny jeans and slipped them on my ankles, literally jumping and doing a funny dance to pull them all the way up my to my waist. I put on a tank top and plain t-shirt. I flipped my hair into the towel to help it begin to dry.

I left the bedroom and went into the main part of the penthouse. Louis was seated on the funky fashionista couch watching reruns of old television shows. I walked behind him and gently pressed a kiss to his cheek. He turned to face me just as I was making my way to the kitchen. I heard some shuffling of feet and then Louis was beside me at the refrigerator. He returned the favor and kissed me on my cheek. I couldn't help but blush as I pulled out the milk.

"Just tell me when you're ready to leave." Louis whispered to me, his hands lingering on my waist. I couldn't help but feel my face get red hot. Just his simple presence makes my emotions get the best of me. Then in a flash he was gone and back to the couch.

I left the main part and went back to the bathroom from the bedroom. I tried my hair with the complementary hair dryer. I applied a little bit of makeup. I had surprisingly went almost the whole weekend without wearing it. And that's rare for me. I usually always have to have something on, but this weekend I guess I just forgot. I slipped on some toms and grabbed my backpack that was previously left in my car.

"Ready." I said, one-strappin' my backpack. Louis smiled and clicked off the television.

"You're not gonna two-strap it?" He asked cheekily. I smiled, recognizing the 21 Jump Street reference.

"Let's just go." I said making my way to the door. The drive was pretty silent, there was minimal talk. When we pulled up to campus I opened the door and got out.

"Love you, Livie." Louis called before I slammed the door shut.

"Love you too, Lou." I said with a smile before closing the car door. I made my way up the steps and prepared to sleep through Etymology for the next 90 minutes.