Misunderstood (Punk Louis Tomlinson Fanfic)

Part 30

He followed me out of the pool and we both used one towel to dry off as best as we could. We walked up to my room and I look through my drawers shivering a bit.

            “I’ll try to find you something to wear and I’ll toss your boxers in the drier,” I told him. He nodded rubbing his arms trying to keep warm. I tossed him a baggy pair of my pj bottoms then grabbed myself something and walked out of the room to change into the bathroom. I tossed my bathing suit over the bathtub where I had left Emma’s then changed into my comfy pj bottoms and a navy blue tank top.

            I left the bathroom and quickly checked in on Emma, she was fast sleep but the movie still played. I turned down the volume so she wouldn’t wake up then left her room shutting the door.

            I went back into mind and found Louis standing in front of my mirror wearing one of my red and white stripped bars with his hands on them shaking his hips like a girl.

            “What are you doing?” I snapped in shock. He looked at me with an innocent smile.

            “I think it suits me,” he stated looking back in the mirror and turning around to look at his back.

            “Take that off,” I said slapping his arm playfully. He sighed dramatically.

            “Fine, but can you model it for me?” he asked with a smirk.

            “Maybe another day,” I said shaking my head at him and looking around to see were he left his boxers. Louis came up behind me wrapped his arms tightly around my waist and kissed my neck.

            “Lets snuggle in your comfy looking bed,” he whispered to me. I let out a small laugh.

            “I can’t believe the town’s bad ass just said he wanted to snuggle,” I teased. He chuckled a bit.

            “Shut up,” he said kissing my neck.

            “Stop I gotta put your boxers in the drier first,” I said taking his hands off me.

            “I left them on your chair they’ll dry there,” he insisted as he began to nibble on my neck.

            “No they will not, they’ll drip water on the floor,” I protested.

            “It’s just water,” he protested back holding me closely.

            “Louis I’ll be right back I’ll be two seconds,” I said turning around to face him. He sighed in defeat.

            “Kiss me first,” he said his hands still secure on my waist. I smirked at him putting my hands on his face. I leaned in towards his lips then quickly tilted his head down kissing his  forehead then pulled out of his grip, grabbed his boxers and left my room. “Tease,” he called to me making me giggled.

            I tossed his boxers in the drier then quickly ran up to my room.

            I opened the door to see that my ceiling light had been shut off and the only thing lighting my room was my dim side table light.

            “Bow chika waw waw,” Louis said badly imitating some sort of porno music as he lay underneath the covers on my bed. I laughed a bit shutting my door behind me.

            “You are seriously the weirdest individual I’ve ever met,” I said slowly walking to my bed.

            “That’s only because you’re forcing me to lay here all by my lonesome,” he said pouting. I smiled at how cute he was. He lifted the covers and patted the bed beside him. I climbed in next to him and laid down and snuggled up to his chest. “Much better,” he said with a sigh of content holding me close.

            I smiled and looked up at him. He gave me a cute smirk before pulling me into a kiss. I kissed him back as he slowly pushed me to lay back and leaned himself over me. I ran my fingers through his hair.

            Louis pulled away and kissed my neck.

            “Just so you know,” he whispered in my near. “I’m making a move,” he said and I felt him grin against my skin. I rolled my eyes with a smile.

            “Just so you know,” I said pushing him away lightly. “You could be a little more romantic than that,” I told him. He smiled widely.

            “Oh mademoiselle how your skin is as soft as a puffy rain cloud,” he said dramatically stroke his fingers along my cheek. “How your eyes glisten in the dim light of your side table,” he went on and I chuckled. “How your lips are as plump as a cute little gold fish,” he said and made a fishy face with his own lips.

            “Alright you can shut up now,” I told him. He laughed a bit adjusting himself so he was resting on his elbow and his other hand on my stomach.

            “Sexy romantic right?” he asked with a smirk. I rolled my eyes.

            “You’re a lost cause,” I said. He laughed smiling before leaning down and kissing me gently. I placed my hand on his face pulling him down a bit more. His hand slowly slid under my tank top and trailed cross my belly.