Craving Briskwood (Niall Horan & Louis Tomlinson Love Triangle)

Chapter Eight

"Ow, Louis." I whine.

"What?" He asks.

"I'm still sore." I say clamping my hand over the area he was poking.

"Still? Did I hit you that hard?" He asks.

"Louis," I lower my voice and meet his eyes. "You slammed your entire body into mine while I was surfing. How is that not supposed to hurt?"

Louis only chuckles. He suddenly wraps his arms around me and pulls me into his body. I was taken back a little by his actions.

"Louis?"

"Shhh…" He coos bringing his finger up to my lips. I'm facing away from him as we're both laying down on the couch. It seems like I'm practically laying on top him. But surprisingly, it was comfortable.

Louis lowers his mouth to my ear.

"Is this making you feel better?"

"Much." I say. I find myself grinning as well. Suddenly, Harry walks into the living room.

"Hey guys! Woah, what's going on?" He says lazily pointing to us.

"Louis is helping me feel better." I say.

"Oh yeah? From what?" He asks placing a hand on one of his hips.

"Do you remember the other day when we were at the beach and Louis tackled me into the ocean?" I say.

"Yeah," He says. "I remember."

"Shhh…Harry." Louis coos to him making me giggle.

"I'd say 'come and join us' if we weren't on a couch." I say.

Harry looks me dead seriously in the eye and says,

"We better be cuddling later on tonight."

I laughed while Louis tightened his grip on me.

"No! She's mine!" Louis snaps.

"Louis! She's my sister!" Harry debates. I feel Louis' chest vibrate as he grunts making me snicker.

"I promise, Harry." I say reaching out my arms towards him.

"Okay." He nods with his stern look still in play.

"I think Harry was jealous." Louis whispers into my ear as Harry walks out of the room.

"My brother?" I question.

"Shush, child..." Louis coos tilting my head onto his chest. His fingers feel like they are almost covering my eyes as they rest on my cheek. Once he moves his hand, I turn my head to look up to the ceiling. Only a few seconds later is when Louis decides to cover and uncover my eyes with his hands repeatly.

I shut them to be difficult; but I can't wipe the smile from my face. Both of his hands are moving almost like a toy monkey playing cymbals. My fit of giggles reaches out from my chest and into the air. Louis moves one of his hands to my mouth in a cheeky attempt to muffle my giggling. It only ignites it more into laughter.

"Louis," I say after taking his hand off of my mouth. "Do you think it's weird how we only met about a week ago?"

"I've known you for months!" Louis exclaims.

"I met you over Harry's cellphone." I state. "I meant in person."

"No, I don't." He answers.

"Me neither. In school I thought just about everything wasn't awkward. Although, most of the kids didn't appreciate my carelessness." I say recalling memories in high school.