I lay in bed with Louis, the fluffy hotel sheet engulfing us. My head is resting on his chest, Louis' hand running through hair. Butterflies are flying in my stomach.
Louis posts a picture of us on Instagram.
@LouisTomlinson; You know you've found your true love when she's willing to wear matching superhero pajamas.
"Thank you for coming." Louis whispers, the glow of the tv lighting up the dark room. "I really needed to see you."
"Getting to spend time with you and seeing you perform is better than sitting at home with nothing to do." I say, looking up at him. "I like watching you perform. You always look so happy on stage."
"I really wish I could've seen one of your shows." Louis sighs. "I'm sorry I didn't get to."
"Babe, it's okay. The only reason I saw one of you shows is because my tour ended before yours. Don't loose sleep over it." I laugh lightly, pecking his lips.
And then I think you can imagine where things went from there. Our clothes in a pile with our soft moans filling the hotel room.
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Strings Attached. (Louis Tomlinson Fanfiction)
FanfictionKylie 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...
