No Control >> Louis Tomlinson

Far Away.

"Louis....wake up." I groaned as I peeled my face away from my pillow, and turned around. 8:15.

"Louis, didn't you have to to go the gym?" No reply. "Louis!"

A tangled mass of brunette suddenly came onto the computer screen. "I'm ... Not... Going.." He replied, yawning in between words. I rolled my eyes, and carefully pulled the comforter off me and my broken ankle.

That's right. A month ago, I slipped on what were the remnants of the infamous 'Lilo' water fights, while running to retrieve an actual beach ball thrown on stage. Yes, I was extremely excited to see a beach ball on stage. Deal with it. Anyways, Paul (and I) didn't want any more broken bones, so he very strictly asked me to take a cautious month and a half break. I gladly obliged, and now, I'm stuck at home.

Of course, Louis and I missed each other a lot, but texting and phonecalls didn't really have the essence of seeing someone and messing around, a special someone at that. So, Louis came up with the idea of Skyping each other the entire time both of us were free. By 'free', I imply just him. My schedule for the past month and the next fifteen days to come have been to watch every show ever created, so I was always free. It was him that needed to sort out his schedule.

We fell asleep talking to each other, if that wasn't evident. Even though I had to lie around like a complete loser(which wasn't actually that bad), Louis had work. And despite what people might think, I really didn't want him to mess up something related to his job because I wanted him to stay. So, I had to make it clear.

"I hope you don't have work?" I questioned. He shook his head into his pillow, and pulled the sheets up further. I smiled at him. This man is adorable and its driving me crazy.

I pushed myself off of my bed, supporting my leg. Grabbing hold of my bedpost, I stoop up and winced. Very loudly. Glancing over to the laptop out of instinct, I saw Louis' looking up, and I saw some ruffling as he probably tried to position his laptop properly.

"Are you alright?" He asked, his voice sounding odd because of the my blanket covering the speakers. I hadn't moved from the position I was in, trying to acclimatize the dull ache in my ankle.

I nodded and grinned at him, but he was still eyeing me warily. Grabbing things around me, I somehow hobbled over to the washroom, and began brushing my teeth.

"Where are you?" Yet again, Louis' voice filled my ears, because I was taking time. Brushing teeth while desperately trying to stay upright is not as easy as you might think. I dried my face off with a spare T-shirt, gave myself a disgusted stare, and hobbled back in his view. "I was brushing my teeth, Louis." I inform him and sit back down, which hurts too.

"I'm really sorry..I never asked how you were managing alone. Do you do everything yourself? Please tell me there is someone who comes to help?" His voice is threaded with concern and it makes my heart melt.

I shake my head, and smile apologetically. Indeed, it was me alone who hobbled all over the house and made food and did laundry. But that was about it. Rest had been left to tackle with after a month and a half. Louis stared at me, and I offer him a smile. "I'm fine. See?"

"Fine? You basically have one functioning foot right now. I'm pretty sure you shouldn't even move around as much as you are. And you're in pain. Why didn't you tell me earlier?"

I pick up the laptop and place it on my lap, where it's meant to be. Because its called a laptop. "I..well. I don't really want people who know about us to think that I'm taking advantage of you if you screw up something because you were worried." I explain. "I know how girls who date celebrities are treated."

"Well, you're not dating a celebrity. I'm just plain old Louis. I'm a celebrity when I'm on stage or on TV or on the radio. Jesus, that's a long list. Anyway, I'm not a celebrity when we talk late into nights and do whatever else we do." He says. "Beside, everyone's gonna think I'm worried anyways, because you just broke a bone and we are 'friends'."

I open mouth to retaliate but bite my remark back. This guy never ceases to surprise. I mean I know he doesn't act all fancy with me, but I didn't know he felt so strongly about it. I look back down at him, and he's on his phone, clicking and furiously typing.

"Just out of curiosity, how much is your WiFi bill?" I joke. Well, not really.

"What time is it now?" He asks.

"Its 9. Why?"

"Well, don't move from where you're seated. I'm coming over."

My eyes widen.