Change My Mind

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        I awoke the next morning, two arms wrapped strongly around my waist. I smiled, not opening my eyes, not wanting this moment to end. I felt the slow rise and fall of Louis' chest next to me, it was comfortable and I snuggled closer to him. I lay in silence, though I feel like someone is watching me. My eyes started slowly drifting open, and I became face to face with green orbs,

        "Ahh!" I yelled flailing my arms, waking Louis in the process. Shirtless Harry snickers, standing over the bed.

        "What's going on?" Louis asked rubbing his eyes and yawning.

        "The real question is what's going on?" Harry says. Louis and I look at Harry,

        "You're an idiot." Louis states, slightly chuckling. Harry rolls his eyes,

        "No! I mean what's going on, here?" He asks, motioning his hands over Louis and I.

        "Wittle Katie Bear is scawed of thunder storms." Louis says in a baby voice, pinching my cheeks. I slap his hands away,

        "I was just going to stay until the rain calmed down, I must have fallen asleep." I admitted. Harry has a suspicious look on his face. He takes another bite out of his cereal bowl,

        "Whatever you say. I gotta head out soon, so I'm going to get changed." Harry walks out the door.

        "Wait Harry!" I shout, He shouts back,

        "What!?" 

        "Why do you have four nipples!?" 

        "Shut up!" He screams from his room. Louis cracks up laughing, flustering around the bed. I giggle, hoping I didn't really offend Harry. Louis soon controls his laughing,

        "I'm hungry." He states pushing his legs to the side of the bed and standing up. He walks over to his closet to find a shirt. I can't help but notice his toned body, the muscles in his back, his biceps flexing with the simplest move. He finds a black t-shirt and pulls it over his head; my over powering senses slightly diminishing. He turns around to face me, "You might want to go get dressed, we're going to get food!" He says. I smile,

        "Nah, I'd rather watch you get dressed." I joke. He laughs at my flirty banter and winks, before pointing to the door. I stand up and head out of the room to change, and allow Louis to change. I take my time getting ready, changing into a pretty tan dress, black leggings, brown boots, and fishtailing my hair. { outfit }   

        Louis comes out in a black T, with dark blue jeans, his hair in a perfect quiff, and his blue eyes shinning  bright like always. We slip on our coats and walk out into the cold, snowy, weather. On our way to the nearest Starbucks, we are stopped many times by fans wanting pictures and autographs from the famous Louis Tomlinson. I noticed how starstruck most of the girls were, and how Louis seemed like a huge part in their lives. A few asked about me, Louis told them I was his friend, and that he liked me because I laughed at all of his jokes, even though they aren't funny; and as we sit at this polished table, and hard seats, I can't help but stare at Louis in admiration. He sips his tea slowly, smiling widely when I say something ridiculous or when whipped creamed is stained above my top lip. I love the warm feeling I get when he looks at me in the eyes, or the tingling sensation in my fingers as he reaches over the table and lie's his hand on top of my, rubbing it softly with his thumb; when he pushes a stray strand of hair behind my ear, and lets his hand linger on the side of my face, brushing against my cheek. I love when his laugh rings in my ears like beautiful music, then his eyes crinkle when he smiles, and while all this is going on, I'm hoping he doesn't see the desperation in my eyes; desperate to lean over and kiss his perfect lips; though Louis has a girlfriend, I know he is feeling all the same things I am; experiencing all the same things, in the same way.