The Boy Next Door l.t. (ON-HOLD)

Hate That I Love You.

Louis

If I had a moment to re-think my life and change something, I wouldn't. I'm not saying my life is perfect now, but I can see it being that way it a couple of weeks, maybe a month? I wouldn't doubt having something, more like someone speed up this perfect for me, so I give it a couple of days. Tops.

After Ally and the lads left, I was frustrated. Massively frustrated. What was I suppose to do with someone who tested everything I did to see if I would burst. I almost did. I should've followed her, told her off, but what would that have done? A lot actually. If I had done that, I wouldn't be pacing my room at three in the morning.

Three in the morning? Why did that sound so familiar? ................................................................ Oh!

Like the good person I was, I walking over to my stereo and started blasting my music. The stuff that Ally liked so much when I first got here and yes. At three in the morning. Our family's had conveniently gone on some kind of weekend vacation that we weren't invited to because we were caught skipping, twice. How was I suppose to know we were going on some probably awesome vacation? I might have been a fucking angel if I knew we were going on a fucking trip, but that's besides the point. I turned off the lights, turned up the music, took off my shirt, and just like magic I was asleep, while my eyes were closed at least.

Ally

I was going to kill the bastard. Who in their right mind turns on music at three in the morning. Obviously Louis' not in his right mind now is he. He's just choosing to wake up the whole fucking neighborhood. Albeit, I wasn't sleeping, but there probably was someone else sleeping on this block. He was the reason I couldn't. I was uncomfortable for reasons I couldn't figure out. No matter which way I turned, or if I slept on one or two pillows, maybe even the amount of covers, I couldn't sleep. My bed that I had been comfortable with sleeping in for years, suddenly didn't feel right anymore.

That was another reason I was going to kill Louis, This was his fault! If it was anybody else I could sleep like an angel, but his fucking light had been on for ages, I could hear him cursing my name, and him pacing blindly in his room. If I hadn't slept in his fucking grasp earlier, I could sleep, but there was something about his bed that felt more comfortable than my own. Maybe because he was in it?

Nah, that couldn't be the reason, could it?

Anyways, I got up, walked over to my dresser to find some sweatpants and a shirt to put on, but of course I couldn't find them. I settled on gym shorts and a tank top. I placed my hair up in a bun, and walked down stairs and out of my house. I padded over to his because honestly what the fuck did I look like climbing through his window? I knocked on the door and waited what seems like an eternity for him to open the door. He opened the damned thing with a smirk face. A fucking smirk! The twat had planned this and just like any other time I had walked into.

"I've been expecting you." He joked. I pushed passed him and immediately turned around placing my hands on my hips. He shut the door and turned with a smile on his face. It only got broader when he saw me. We stared at each for a while- him, having humor in his eyes while mine were narrowed at him. Within seconds the whole mood had changed. He took to long steps, cupped my face with both hands and crashed his lips to mine. Like I said if this was another situation, if Louis was anybody else this wouldn't be happening.

I've noticed that in the short time I've known Louis, he goes by a different set of rules. There are set rules when it comes to me that I like to abide by, but he has his own set of rules. Half of the things that Louis and I do, I wouldn't even imagine doing it with someone else. I didn't imagine loving anyone else after Harry left, but here I was at Louis' house at three in the morning being metaphorically knocked off my feet. Here he was kissing me until I was breathless, but I don't want to do anything about it. I don't think I could if I tried.

Hell when Louis was around I couldn't think. When his lips removed from mine and we were standing there breathing hard, I couldn't remember why I had come here in the first place. I mean I knew how I had gotten here, but for the reason? Couldn't remember. I just know that he loves to ruin me, everything was mixed up right now and it was his fault.

"Why do you hate me?" I asked as I looked up in his blue eyes. He only chuckled while wrapping his arms around my waist and mine automatically going around his neck. He didn't pull me in though.

"Oh, I don't hate you Allycat." Louis said. "I love you indefinitely."

"Then why must you wake me up at three in the morning, Boobear?" I asked.

"Please, you weren't asleep. I could hear you shuffling in your sheet from in here."

"Then why couldn't you just crawl through the window, instead of waking up the whole block?" I questioned. Louis looked thought for a moment before coming to the conclusion that I was right.

"Mhm, never thought of that. Maybe next time I'll try that."

"My window will always be opened for you, love." I joked, but his face only got more serious.

"Don't kid about this I'm serious. Tomorrow I'm going to climb through your window and you better be there."

"Lou, it can't be scheduled." I noted. "It has to be spontaneous." With that Louis was leaning in again. "Like this?" He asked before capturing my lips with his. In that second I had decided that Louis Tomlinson would be the death of me. He picked me up, with removing our lips, brought me to his room, just to remove his lips. He turned off the god forsaken music and crawled into bed beside me.

"Maybe we can sleep better this way." He said as he pulled me into him. I sent him a smile.

"Couldn't bare to sleep without me, Tomlison?"

"I think it was you, babe, who couldn't sleep."

"Says the person who literally was pacing around their room."

"Weren't you the person who had a wet dream about me a couple days ago." He asked skeptically, though he already knew. I gasped.

"Who did you-"

"I was the first one to get to your room, love."

"I hate you."

"You hate that you love me." He corrected. I couldn't help, but smile and kiss his lips.

"Yeah, I hate that I love you."