Hostage

Chapter 26- Mistake #3

Reagan POV

"Get off of me, you sex fiend."

I was trying for like the 5th time to get Louis off of me, but it wasn't working. He knew what my weakness was, and he kept rubbing his hands on my thighs, knowing I wasn't going to stop him. 

"I'm quite comfortable", he responded, shifting so that he was supporting his own weight.

We actually hadn't left his bed since he got out of jail yesterday afternoon. But, I needed to shower, and he was making that difficult.

"Lou, I need to put on some clothes."

"I'd prefer you didn't."

"So, when the boys come over, you'd prefer I didn't wear clothes?"

"As long as you stay in here with the door closed", he smirked.

"You can't have me all to yourself."

He rolled over, pulling me into his chest instead. He was a child sometimes, acting like he didn't want to share his toys. I shouldn't really refer to myself as a toy but...you get my point.

"You're my girlfriend, not theirs."

"True", I told him, turning to face him, "But, Niall and Liam haven't seen you in 2 days, and my sister and nephew are coming over later. So, we need to get out of bed."

Louis immediately tensed up at the mention of my sister. He still hadn't forgiven her for the car accident. I'm not gonna mention his exact words because...well, they're not very nice. But, he kept muttering something along the lines of "how could someone abandon their sister in their time of need?"

"Babe", seeing my window, I jumped out of his grasp and the bed, "you can't blame her for that. You're the one that told her to run."

"No, I told both of you to run. And, I was only being nice when I mentioned her. She should've stayed back and helped you."

"We're not sure if that would've solved anything", I grabbed my razor and a towel and paused in the doorway, "Put it this way. If she had gotten caught instead of me, would you have advised me to stay back and help her?"

"Not a chance in hell", he said eyeing me.

"Exactly. So, don't blame her for leaving me if I would've been told to do the same thing."

"Yeah, well, she isn't my girlfriend. It's not my job to worry about her."

"Whatever. Get dressed. The boys should be here any sec. I'll be in the shower."

"Can I join you?” he winked at me, and I couldn't help but smile.

"We both know it'd turn into a 45 minute shower if you came."

"I could get it done in 10. As a matter-of-fact, I can get it done right now. Come back to bed, and I'll show you."

"You're disgusting. Get dressed", I told him, "I'll be back in a sec."

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"Well, it's nice to see you alive."

Louis and I walked into the living room at the same time to find that Niall and Liam were already there. Louis's hand was on the small of my back as we both walked to the couch. He pulled me onto his lap as he sat down.

"Yeah", he told Liam, "it's gonna take a lot more than jail to keep me down."

I scowled at him as he ran his fingers up and down my arm. Jail was nothing to take lightly. Was I the only person thinking rationally here?