Holiday with the Tomlinsons

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e v a l y n n

I feel like I've died and gone straight to heaven.

Louis' mouth is passionately pressed against mine. One of my hands is in his hair and the other is on his extremely muscular chest. His hands are in my hair and on the small of my back. Whenever I feel like we couldn't possibly get any closer to each other, we somehow find a way to. I've never felt like this in my entire life, and I never want it to end.

Much to my despair, Louis and I break apart and I look deeply into his beautiful sea green eyes. They're the most exquisite eyes I've ever seen. I could look at them for hours...

"I love you Evalynn. I know it's crazy: This is the first time we've ever seen each other. But you have no idea how deeply in love with you I am," Louis says. He looks down at his lap, a sad expression coming across his face. "I understand if you don't feel the same," he adds quietly. Then he looked into my eyes, determination in his piercing eyes, "but that won't stop me from loving you. Nothing could do that."

I press my lips to his once again. Shocks run through my body once again. "I love you too, Louis."

And with that, I once again feel Louis' mouth on mine.