Alive (Louis Tomlinson)

One Shot

I tried to hold in my laughter as Louis tried to balance me in one arm and try to open the door with his other.

We had just gotten back from our honeymoon and Louis has insisted on upholding "tradition" in carrying me across the threshold.

"You know we don't have to do this right?" I say.

"Yes we do, just give me a sec."

"You're making me feel real skinny right now," I smirk, looking up at him.

"Oh shut up," he laughs just as he finally got the door open. He takes a few steps in before putting me down.

"See that wasn't that bad." He wraps his arms around my waist and I lean back teasing him.

"You're not the one who almost got dropped on their face."

"Oh please I wasn't going to drop you," he scoffs.

"I don't know, you are getting a little pudgy." I squeeze his arm, trying not to laugh.

"Pudgy? Oh that's cold. Just for that you can take our bags upstairs." With that he lets me go with a bright smile and walks into the kitchen, leaving me standing there. Excuse me?

"Wait I was just kidding!" I yell running after him.

I come into the kitchen, finding him standing by the sink.

"Louis, babe, darling, let's talk about this."

"No, no. Besides my pudgy arms couldn't carry those all the way up there anyway, right?" He smirks walking around me. He goes to open a cupboard but finds it empty. "Right, we don't have anything."

"Oh yeah, my bad," I sheepishly smile. I was supposed to bring our stuff over to our new house before the wedding, but had just mindlessly forgotten. Our new home wasn't much just a small house, two bedroom and two bathroom in a quiet neighborhood. It was cute though, I liked it. Dear lord we're such a married couple.

"You're such an airhead sometimes," he laughs kissing my head, walking out of the room. Why does he keep on walking away from me?

I follow him once again into the other room and see him picking up our bags. I smirk to myself, I have him wrapped right around my finger. I walk up the stairs behind him and follow him into our room. We actually have a room!

I lay down on the bed as he drops the bags next to it.

"Hard at work I see," he says looking over to me.

"Yeah, it's quite grueling." He laughs and crawls onto the bed, hovering over top of me. My breathe catches in my throat as he looks down on me. Even after all this time, he still makes me forget how to breathe.

"You know," he whispers, leaning his head down till his lips were mere centimeters from mine, "I can probably find a much better use of our time though."

"Can you?" My voice comes out hoarse, not the sexy tone I was trying to go for, which makes him smirk. He closes the rest of the gap between us and kisses me agonizing slowly, torturing me. I may have gotten it wrong, I'm practically wrapped around his finger.

"Louis, you better knock it off," I warn as he continues to barely even touch my lips. Every time I try to move closer he goes back, frustrating me to no end.

"Or you'll what?" He smirks pulling away completely now, to look at me.

"I'll-I," Think brain don't fail me now!

"I-I, please love, do enlighten me on what you're going to do." He's really enjoying this, isn't he.

"I hate you," I breathe out as he moves my hair away from my neck.

"No, I think the problem is love that you really really love me."

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"What do you think of this one?" Louis asks holding up a set of pans.

"No." I state blankly.

"You didn't even look at it."

I look up at him and look at the pans.
"No." He sighs and puts them back on the shelf.

"Babe what's wrong, you've been acting like this ever since we got here."

"Nothing," I shrug. He narrows his eyes at me.

"Tell me." I felt to dumb to say it. "Please, please, please, tell me." His voice kept getting louder each please he said.

"Louis stop you're making people look."

"Please, please, please, Amy please," I try to cover his mouth but he keeps on pulling it away and shouting.

"Okay Louis, I'll tell you, I'll tell you, stop!" I laugh. He finally stops with a satisfied smile.

"Go ahead tell me."

"Fine, but you promise you can't laugh?" He nods. I knew he was going to laugh anyways no matter what he said. "I don't want to be an adult and buy pans and dishes and rugs and all that stuff, it's just, I don't want to." I confess sheepishly.

I look up at Louis whose trying not to laugh but failing miserably. I feel my cheeks heat up and start to walk away. I knew I shouldn't have said anything.

"Babe, babe wait I'm sorry," I can still hear the hint of laughter in his voice and he walked after me.

"You promised." He grabs my hand and turns me around with that stupid smile still on.

"Don't go I'm sorry, I get it."

"You're still laughing." I state blankly.

"Because your cute. But I really do know what you're saying. Now we have to go and be adults and buy stupid pans and pay mortgages but you get to do it with me. That counts for something right? I mean we're going to have to do it eventually. You're just lucky you have someone like me to do it with you," he smirks.

"Oh do I now," I challenge feeling a bit better.

"You are." He didn't need to remind me how lucky I was, I'm already aware of that. "Now let's go buy some stupid pans and maybe do some other adult stuff later." He winks at the end, making a smile creep up on my lips.

What would I do without him.