Say The Words (Louis Tomlinson Fan Fic)

Chapter 10

This chapter is dedicated to @niallsloveisinfinite

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*Addie's POV*

Friday, August 9th, 2013

I wake up alone in Louis' bed. The memories of last night flood into my head. I smile a little and roll over with the hopes of getting more sleep, but I'm interrupted by Louis entering the room.

I turn to see him cautiously walking to me with two trays. I sit up and cross my legs under the bed. I adjust Louis sweatshirt by rolling up the sleeves, because it's so baggy.

"I was hoping for some breakfast in bed with the lovely, Queen Addie." He says adorably. I examine the tray he sets in front of me.

"Wow, pancakes. You're also up really early. Geez, what time is it?" I ask, rubbing my eyes.

"11:15-ish." He laughs and sits next to me in bed with his own tray of breakfast. He notices me examining my tray and says, "No, Addie, I didn't poison it."

I smile weakly at him. "Thank you, this is," I trail off and try to find my words. I need a dictionary, goodness! "Thoughtful." I finish with a mental "phew". I am suddenly frightened by a monstrous strike of thunder and I jump and scream. Luckily, I didn't make a bigger fool of myself and I managed not to knock my tray off the bed.

Louis doesn't even try not to react and immediately bursts into a laughing fit. "My God, it's only thunder!" I bow my head in embarrassment.

When I was younger, we lived in a small old house in Florida. Anyone knows that Florida gets a lot of storms.  Anyone would expect me to be used to the thunder, but as I got older, I got more scared of it. Thunder and lightning happen in a matter of seconds. They also kill people. A person could be walking out in a storm or be at home doing anything and in a matter of seconds, their life could be taken from them. That's why I'm terrified of thunder. Though it would be nice to be put out of my miserable life, I don't want to die like that. I want to be ready.

"It's all right! Unfortunately, it's supposed to storm all day, but it can't hurt you when you're inside."

"That's where you're wrong, Louis. Thunder and lightning can hit anything!" I playfully argue.

"I'm pretty sure it would hit the trees and skyscrapers before it'd hit us, Adelaide."

"Don't call me that." I say through gritted teeth.

"Sassy."

We hear a knock on the door.

"Come in," Louis hollers as he digs into his pancakes. I nibble on the side of fruit. Maybe if I don't have anything else to eat today and go to the gym and work hard, then I can have one pancake and fruit.

"Hey, what was the scream about?" Harry opens the door and rubs his head. Hangover.

I laugh. "Hangover?"

He lifts his head and smirks. "Nmeh"

"Addie was screaming because of the thunder." Louis fills him in.

"Ah, right. Well, you guys look like you slept well. I'll let you snuggle bugs be." He winks and my mouth drops. That is not what happened. Harry leaves and I notice Louis snickering.

"Why are you laughing? That is not funny. Nothing happened," I laugh.

"It's funny because it looks like something definitely happened." He says pointing to my- his sweatshirt. It's just a natural thing to say "my" if I'm wearing it, okay? I laugh and shrug off the joke. I look down at my tray. Well, I better get working on this fruit so Louis doesn't get suspicious.

Louis is still looking at me. I give him a weird look and he half smiles. I take a little bite of a pancake. Holy shit, these pancakes are amazing.

"Oh my gosh, these pancakes are amazing. What stuff did you use?" I say in awe.

"Uh... I just Googled a recipe. I can get it to you if you want," He shrugs and smiles.

Hesitation. I'll cook them for Jenny, Mason, and Bradley. "Uh, okay. Sure. Thanks." I push the sleeves of Louis' sweatshirt, up so I don't get any food on it. That would make me look like a fat pig. Well, more like reveal the inner fat pig inside of me. This is going to get frustrating. The sleeves wont stay up.

I catch Louis staring at me again, but this time his entire facial expression has changed. His mouth is slightly open. His breathing seems nonexistent. His eyes are wide and focused on one thing. I look around where his eyes are aimed and try to see what has caught his attention and hypnotized him. I wave my hand in front of his face. "Louis! What are you staring at?" I laugh.

"Those."