A Different Way[Louis Tomlinson]

Chapter Twelve

[Make sure you read chapter eleven, which somehow got published in between chapter nine and ten, before this! I am so sorry for the mix up guys, I don't know what happened!

-Danielle]

After half an hour of sitting in the Jacuzzi talking, we decide to go inside. He leads the way back into the flat, dripping a trial of water on the floor. He leads me into a bathroom, handing me a towel.

"I don't know why I didn't get these out before." He laughs.

"You were too busy taking your clothes off to remember."

"And you were too busy watching me." He gives me and evil smile.

"I was not."

"Don't be a dirty liar."

"Hey. I can be dirty and a liar if I wanna be." I say, cocking my head and putting my hands on my hips. He steps closer to me, dropping the towel.

"I'd like to see you try." He collides into me, pressing me against the wall. He stares intently into my eyes before pressing his lips against mine, devouring me in a kiss. I drop the towel and fling my arms around him, pulling him in closer. His hand lands on my cheek, his thumb trailing back and forth across my jaw. I run my left hand across his shoulder blades, my right hand in his hair. He presses me harder against the wall, and I feel his hips against mine. He bites my lip and a little moan escapes me. I feel his smile against my lips before he devours me again. His tongue meets mine and they do a dirty dance between our mouths. When he pulls his body away from mine, we're both smiling and still dripping wet. I lean against him as he grabs the towels we dropped. He hands one to me and I burry my face into it, wiping away the water. When I pull the towel away, he's staring down at me with a big smile.

"What?" I laugh, whipping him with the towel.

"Don't get any more beautiful or you're going to kill me." He says pulling me closer to him.

"Don't get any stronger or you're going to kill me with those." I laugh, poking his biceps. He just laughs at me, pulling away. We dry ourselves off and he goes upstairs to get his clothes. I walk out into the main room, where my suitcases are. I cough, dragging them off the couch. I haul them up the stairs, coughing more. I bring them into his room, where he stands at the window wearing a new pair of jeans. I leave the suitcases by his bed and walk over to him. I wrap my hand in his, leaning into his arm. I start coughing again, and I shiver.

"Darling, you're freezing." He pulls me against him again, wrapping his arms around my back. I press my head against his chest, shivering. He picks me up and carries me over to the bed. Setting me down, he reaches down into my suitcases, digging for warm clothes.

"Go get me one of your sweatshirts." I pout, wrapping my arms around myself. He looks up at me before walking over to his dresser. I quickly pull out underwear and a bra, and grabbing a pair of skinny jeans. He walks back over with one of his sweatshirts, and hands it to me. I gather my clothes in my arms and stand, shaking on my own two feet. He swoops down, bringing an arm around my legs and another around me back. I don't resist, I just fall into his arms as he carries me over to the bathroom. He sets me down, and I swing the door closed.

"Will you be okay to do it?" He asks from the other side of the door.

"Yeah. I got it." I huff, rubbing my goose bump covered arms. I change as fast as I can, having trouble getting the bathing suit top off. When I've finally pulled everything on, I throw the suit in the bathtub and open the door. Just as I expected, he was standing there waiting for me. He has a cautious look in his eyes as he looks me over. But then he smiles and picks me up again. I rest my forehead against his neck as he trudges back over to his room. I start coughing again once more, and I burry my face in the sweatshirts sleeves.