Louis POV’
I woke up in the morning with the sunlight beating on my face. I yawned and stretched my arms.
“Good morning, sleepyhead” I turned my head and smiled.
“You’re awake!” He smiled. “Good morning!” He gave me a soft kiss on the lips. “You were staring at me again…” he giggled and I smiled. He pressed his head to the pillow and looked at the ceiling.
“I like staring at you!” I giggled, before I kissed him.
“You’re so perfect, you know that right?”
“I’m not perfect, Louis!” the smile in his face disappeared.
“You are!”
“I’m not! I’m a human being!” I sighed.
“Well, you’re perfect to me!” He smiled softly and kissed me swiftly. He looked at me. “You don’t have to work?”
“Not today! The parlor is closed. Zayn needed the day and me too…” he smirked. I bit my lip.
“So…” I took a deep breath. “This means what?” he pressed his lips in a hard line.
“Whatever we want to” I sighed. “What do you want Louis?” I sat.
“I guess, we should know each other better and then we’ll see.” He sat and smiled softly. He grabbed my hand and kissed it.
“I think the same babe.” I blushed.
“I thought you liked girls” he smirked.
“Why’s that?” I shrug.
“I don’t know, I just assumed…” he nodded once. He grabbed my face and kissed me.
“You’re so sweet.” He said against my lips with his eyes closed. He licked my lips and then kissed me again. He looked at me. His gorgeous green eyes and his red lips and his beautiful morning face, and the curls all over his face. My hand touched his face and he closed his eyes at the touch. I smiled.
“You are sweet!” I murmured, and he opened his eyes. He smiled, but his smile didn’t reach his eyes.
“What do you want for breakfast?” He smiled wildly this time. I bit my lip. I started playing with his hands. And I noticed that under his tattoo were scars. I looked at him, the sparkle is now gone.
“What happened?” He pushed my hands away. He shook his head.
“Nothing.” He didn’t want to talk about it and I didn’t say anything more. He will talk eventually.
…
“I’d like to get a tattoo on my wrist.” He looked at me. I took a sip on my tea and he looked at me.
“Really?” he smiled. I nodded. “I can see a tattoo that would fit you” his eyes were sparkling.
“No!” he furrowed his eyebrows. “I want the birds you drew.” He smirked amused. I’m pretty sure I was blushing.
“Of course, but, are you sure?” I nodded. “So I’ll talk to Zayn to reserve you an hour.” He smiled and I sighed.
“I want you” he furrowed his eyebrows again. “To draw on me…” I felt my face burning. He smiled.
“Ok!” I smiled. “I’ll draw on you. My pleasure!” He was amused and I was beyond happy.
…
We went off the coffee shop. I bit my lip and I looked to him.
“Can I pick you up?” I bit my lip.
