The Girl With Lips Of An Angel

Fucking Paparazzi

Louis' birthday dinner ended up being a great time. Lottie and I spent a lot of time chatting and getting to know each other. We surprisingly get along really well.

Louis and I ended up going on an adventure through the restaurant and found that they had a dance floor. Hayley and and Niall were already there and dancing to the slow song that was playing through the speakers. Louis and I danced to a few songs together as well. It was really romantic. Then when the music changed from something slow to a more upbeat song, he was spinning me around and dipping me so fast I ended up getting dizzy. All in all, it was a great night had by all.

It was now 9:30pm and Johannah decided it was time for her to take her little children home. Louis thought it was just better for everyone to go home seeing as tomorrow was Christmas. We were all walking towards the doors when I hear a really loud groan come from Harry.

"What's wrong mate?" Louis asks.

Harry points towards the doors and says, "Fucking paparazzi."

"Come on!" Liam yells, "Can we not get one nights break?"

"Apparently not," I mutter.

We continue walking towards the doors when all of a sudden we are all blinded by bright, flashing lights. I put my hand over my eyes to shield them from the camera flashes as Louis and I walk out the doors.

"Louis, who's the girl?"

"Surely doesn't take Mr Tomlinson long to move on!"

"Louis, already moved on from Eleanor to another slut?"

I feel Louis tense up from that last comment but he refrains from causing a scene and saying anything. We just continue walking past the paparazzi and towards Louis' car. The paparazzi's flashes and slander were still going on as we pulled out of the parking lot and drove away.

I look over to Louis who's hands are clenched around the steering wheel and a frown upon his face. I place my hand on top of his hand and run my thumb across his knuckles. He visibly relaxes, takes my hand and rests it in his lap after kissing my knuckles.

"I love you," I say and he smiles.

"I love you more," He replies and I blush yet again.

We continue the drive back to his flat, with Louis glumly humming along to Christmas carols. Once we get back, I go to the bathroom to brush my hair out and put it in a messy bun. Louis walks in behind me, hugs me around my middle and kisses my cheek.

"I've got you some pyjamas too, love," He says and gestures to a bag that is sat on top of the laundry hamper. I turn around to face him and give him a kiss on the cheek as a thank you. He smiles shyly and walks out of the bathroom so I can get changed.

In the bag I find a pair of red and white flannel pyjama shorts, a long sleeved black shirt and red fuzzy socks. I smile at how simple yet cute the pyjamas are and get dressed. I walk out into the lounge room and sit next to Louis on the couch. He has matching pyjamas to me and his legs are crossed underneath him while sipping hot cocoa out of a mug. I giggle at how cute he and he smiles childishly at me. I lay my legs across his lap and he passes me my own mug with some cocoa in it. We sit in a comfortable silence while the end of The Polar Express plays on the television. I look at Louis again and I can see that his eyebrows are furrowed and he has a hint of a frown on his face.

"Why're you upset?" I ask.

He sighs and whispers, "I don't like what the paparazzi said about you. It's not right and it's not fair."

"I ignored it. Baby," I say as I scoot closer to him, "It didn't hurt me because I know it's not true. I've come a long way since you first met me. I'm not going to break down from a comment or an insult that they make because I know that they're just fishing for information. They just want to have the next big article about you or another one of the boys and I'm not going to give it to them. So don't worry about it. I'm not a princess at all, as I've probably proved to you before."

He doesn't answer, he just grabs my face with his hands and pulls me closer to him and consumes my lips with his own. The kiss is slow and sweet at first until I decide to swing my leg a little bit and straddle his thighs. I hear him moan as I trail my lips from his mouth to the base of his neck and start sucking. I kiss a line from there to his ear lobe and bite gently.

"I love you," I whisper and he sighs in ecstasy. I can tell he's going to lose all restraint soon.

I keep kissing him, then start to grind down on his growing bulge. He moans louder this time and I grin in success. As I am about to bring my lips back to his, his eyes shoot open and scare the living hell out of me.

"This is not how I planned this to go, so you're just going to have to wait a little bit," He says and plants a kiss to my forehead.

He stands up with me still in his lap and we walk toward his bedroom. I feel myself start to slip down so I try to readjust myself. I fail at this so Louis just chuckles, puts his hands under my bum and lifts me up.

Soon enough we're in bed, with Louis cuddling me from behind and planting small kisses on my neck that give me goosebumps. He moves his lips close to my ear and whispers sweet nothings in my ear.

"I love you, Kaitlyn-Jane," He whispers and I smile.

"I didn't think you'd remember," I admit.

"Of course I remembered. Now, go to sleep. We've another big day tomorrow. Good night, beautiful," He says and hugs me closer.

"Good night, handsome. I love you."

"And I you."