Kylie is a singer.
Louis is a singer.
Kylie thinks One Direction is a band full of douchebags who fuck with girls.
What happens when Kylie falls into the arms of Louis?
Will she insist in keeping herself free of strings tying her down?
Or will sh...
"Biggest fear?" Louis asks, playing with my fingers.
"Hmm, maybe spiders. Cliché, I know." I shrug, looking up at him from where my head is resting on his lap.
"That is very cliché." Louis chuckles, running his fingers through my hair softly.
Of course I was lying, but he didn't need to know that.
"Biggest dream?" I ask, batting my eyes at him.
"I don't know." He shrugs lightly. "I guess all my dreams have already come true."
"How so?" I ask, sitting up which makes my hair fall in my face.
Louis reaches forward and pushes away my hair, his fingers brushing over my forehead. "Well, I'm living the dream with the boys. Traveling the world and getting to entertain. I've got a great family, and now I've got you. How much better could I get?"
Louis grabs my waist, pulling me against his chest. I lay across his lap, resting my head on his shoulder.
"Now, about those friends of yours." I smirk, my lips brushing against his cheek. "When do I get to meet them?"
"We've only been together for two weeks. Hold yourself, Ky." Louis chuckles, kissing my forehead.
"Fine." I pout, rolling my eyes. "But can I ask you a question?"
"Of course." Louis says, resting his hand on my waist, under my tee shirt.
"Are we gonna announce anything? You know, about us." I ask, sighing.
"Do you want to?" Louis replies, running his other hand through my hair.
"I don't like having to hide anything. If you're my boyfriend then I don't wanna have to sneak around and hide anything. We're both stressed enough. We don't don't need to anymore."
"You could've just said yes." Louis chuckles, pressing a long kiss to my temple.
My eyes wander around Louis' dark bedroom. The moon is the only source of light.
"Will you explain your tattoo's to me?" Louis asks, slowly wrapping his arm around my waist.
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"I quite like them." Louis concludes, running his pointer finger over the feather on my collarbone. "I think they say a lot about you."
"I don't really know what the meanings are." Lie. "They just spoke to me so I got them." Another lie.
How long can I keep lying to everyone, not just Louis, before someone figures it out?
"You're beautiful." Louis blurts out, resting his forehead against mine. "I can't believe you're mine. All mine."
I gasp as Louis pulls me on top of him so our chests are pressed together. Louis's hands rest on my lower back, pushing up my shirt up a bit. I have to hold in a bit of a moan as his hands start to travel downward.
"Louis." I say in a scolding tone, pushing his hands back up to my waist.
"Sorry babe, you're so just stunning."
"Yeah, sure. That's it."
The next morning, I wake up with a notification from Instagram. Louis tagged me in a post. Oh god.
It was a picture from us last night. Clad in sweatpants and my pushed up shirt, plus Louis' hand on my thigh.
@LouisTomlinson; Missing my babe laying next to me. Can't wait to see you again.
