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...
I sit down in my makeup chair, biting my lip. My right hand rests on my left, hiding my ring.
Louis and I didn't want to tell anyone yet. Of course, we called our family's to tell them, but no friends- and definitely not the media.
"You seem nervous for the interview." Lea says as she styles my long hair in curls. "You never get nervous for interviews. Is it because of the boys? You've already done interviews with them."
"No, no, it's none of that." I sigh, inconspicuously playing with my ring. "I just don't wanna say anything wrong." I pause, trying to think of the right words to say without giving things away. "You just wouldn't understand."
Lea stays silent after that.
Once I'm dressed and made up, I grab my black hat and head towards the interview. The guys are already waiting and fooling around.
I sit beside Louis, burying my face in his chest. If I could have it my way, I'd be boasting about my stunning ring and what I want for my wedding. But of course, since the media is so nosy that we have to keep it a secret.
"Are you okay?" Louis whispers, his hand on my waist.
Should I lie or tell the truth? For what seems like a happy medium, I don't respond.
"Come on." Louis says, grabbing my hand and leading me into an empty room. "Tell me what's wrong."
"I really hate this job." I mumble, resting my forehead on his shoulder. "I hate keeping everything secret. We had to be a secret when we started dating, had to keep our breakup secret, and now our engagement needs to be secret. It's not fair to us that people are so intrusive and won't give us privacy." I blurt out quickly, loosing my breath.
Louis pulls my head from his shoulder, placing the back of his hand to my forehead. "Are you feeling alright? You're a bit warm. And you only get frantic like this when you're getting sick."
"No, I don't feel very well." I mumble, looking into his eyes.
"Well, let's get this interview over with and then we'll head home and get in bed." Louis tells me, going to kiss me, but I pull away. "What?"
"I don't wanna get you sick!" I say quickly, my hands on his chest.
As he promised, Louis and I headed right home after our interview was over. I change right into my Calvin Klein's and jump in bed.
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Louis comes in, laying beside me and smirking. "Are you feeling alright, baby? Because you look really hot right now and it's turning me on."
"No, I don't feel very well. Using a different type of hot, I'm boiling which is why I'm only wearing a bra."
"But now that we're home with nothing to do but watch movies and stare at the wall, do you wanna start talking about the wedding?" Louis asks sweetly.
I smile over at him, resting my head on his chest. "Sure."
"Do you want a big or a small wedding?" He wonders, running his fingers up and down my exposed stomach.
"I don't know. I've always wanted a relatively big wedding with a lot of people, but I don't want something giant and extravagant. That was confusing."
"No, it wasn't." Louis chuckles. "That makes sense. You're not a person who loves being the center of attention."
"Not really, no." I reply, cuddling up closer to him. "Lou, can we post something now?"
"Sure." He reaches beside me and grabs his phone uploading a picture to Instagram.
@LouisTomlinson; Thank you for agreeing to marry me and making me that happiest man ever. I love you so much Keeks.
