Misunderstood (Punk Louis Tomlinson Fanfic)

Part 18

He smiled again as raised his hand stroking my hair and ran his thumb along my cheek. I swallowed hard moments before he leaned down pressing his soft lips against mine. My chest rose as I inhale swiftly through my nose.

His lips were so warm and gentle moving against mine and in no time my hand was placed on the back of his head laced into his hair as I kissed him back eagerly. The hand he had on my face trailed down to my waist gripping my hip slightly pulling me closer. My free hand rest on his muscular arm.

I was in heaven as our lips moved together perfectly like they’d known each other for years but soon Louis pulled away and pressed his forehead against mine. I drew in a deep breath and fluttered my eyes opened to look up at him. He looked down at me a smile playing on his lips.

We kissed, we actually kissed, a couple weeks ago I thought he was a rotten loser but now we were together, a couple, goody goody with the bad boy, the misunderstood rebel with the innocent angel.

The back door light quickly interrupted our moment of realisation. I sat up quickly seeing my dad walking through the house.

“You have to go,” I quickly urged Louis. He nodded and placed his hand on my neck pulling me in for another quick passionate kiss. He pulled away much soon than I would have hope and got to his feet.

“I’ll see you tomorrow,” he told me and took off running. I laid back down hearing the back screen open. I tried to calm myself quickly.

“Jenn?” my dad asked confused. I lifted my hand in acknowledgment. “What are you doing out here?” he asked softly walking over to wear I was laying on the grass. I shrugged looking up at the sky.

“Just clearing my head,” I told him. My dad let out an old man groan as he sat and laid down beside me.

“You know me and your mother don’t want to punish you right?” he asked. I shrugged keeping my eyes on the sky. “We just want to make sure you’re safe and follow the rules,” he explained.

“I didn’t even do anything wrong though,” I fought back calmly.

“You were with that, Louis, even though we specifically asked you not to,” my dad said clearly restraining himself and acted calmer. I sighed deeply.

“Just because he dressed a certain way and gets into trouble sometimes doesn’t make him a bad person,” I said.

“Maybe but so far all he’s done is cause you trouble and I just don’t want to see you get mixed in with that,” he explained. I sighed deeply.

“He wouldn’t purposely hurt me or make bad stuff happen to me. He’s a good guy and I think you should feel ashamed for not seeing that,” I told him coldly before sitting up and getting to my feet.

I heard my dad sigh as I walked back into the house. I went up to my room and got ready for bed. My phone went off with a text and I quickly read it.

-Thanks <3- it read. I smiled a bit. I guess he heard the things I told my dad.

-Anytime <3- I wrote back then tossed my phone to the side and got into bed.