Be your own kind of beautiful (One Direction Fanfic)

6: Her

Part 6: Her

LOUIS POV:

I kissed Cece's cheek and walked over to Zayn.

"Morning!" I sang.

"Hey, are you with Cece now?" He asked.

"Ya! isn't it awesome?" I laughed.

"What about Taylor?"

"Well I realized that I like Cece better because she is funny and nice and beautiful!" I laughed.

"Ok, I just hope that she doesn't like you the way that you used to like her..." Zayn said, almost hinting that she does like me.

"Well does she?"

"Ya... She does..." He said scared of my answer.

"Oh god! Do you think that I led her on or something!?!?" I shouted.

"No! I'm just saying... I just wanted you to be prepared for when she comes down here..." He defended himself.

TAY'S POV:

I woke up warm but yet uneasy and a bit mortified, when I looked up and starred into a pair of chocolate brown eyes.

"GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME!!!!!!" I screamed as loud as I could.

"Whatt!?!" Liam shouted, pouting a bit.

"What the hell were you doing?!" I laughed at his stupidity.

"Just laying with you..." He mumbled.

"Why? May I ask? Why were you 'just laying with me'!" I laughed harder, which gave him a confused look.

"Because..."

"Because what?!"

"BECAUSE I LIKE YOU!!" He shouted in my face, grabbed his bag, and stormed into the bathroom locking the door behind him.

I walked over to the door, really confused, and knocked asking for entrance.

"Come in..." He pouted as he unlocked the door, letting me in.

"I thought that you liked Cece." I said pouting more than he did.

"Well... I did... But then I met you and realized that I liked you more..." He said the last part under his breath trying to hide it I think.

"To be honest, I thought you didn't like me at all... Even though I liked you a lot."I mumbled the last part.

"You do?" He looked at me curious.

"Ya, I do" I giggled.

Suddenly two strong arms were around my waist pulling me, when Liam's lips suddenly came in contact with mine. I smiled into the kiss, happy that he like me to and pulled away.

"Please tell me that means your my boyfriend" I whispered.

"What do you think?" He looked into my dark eyes, rubbing his hands through my dark, almost black, brunette hair, and smiling at me.

"YES!!" I screamed jumping into his arms. "YES! YES! YES!" I jumped around my bedroom.

"Taylor, stop!" He chuckled at me.

"Call me, Tay!" I sang loudly.

"I love your name!" He laughed.

"WAIT!..." I shouted

"Yes?" He asked concerned

"Your English!" I stated.

"Yes, so?" He asked confused.

"But I'm Hawaiian!" I pouted, playing with my tropical flower necklace and bracelet from my homeland while sitting on my bed.

"You are! That's amazing!... But what's wrong with that?" He mumbled the last part.

"My family will see me as a disgrace..." I muttered.

"Why?" He pouted.

"Because I am to be married to a Hawaiian man, not an English man! And now they will not except me!" I started to cry.

"Why are you to be married to and Hawaiian man?"

"Because... Uh... I'm kinda..." I stuttered.

"Spit it out babe, I need to know." He said politely.

"I am the princess." I fell back on the bed, dramatically of course.