Misunderstood (Punk Louis Tomlinson Fanfic)

Part 61

It was quiet all the way to his place and I was so scared that he was mad at me.

            “H-how do you feel?” I asked nervously about his wound. Fighting with Harry was the most exertion he’s had all week so it must have hurt.

            “I think my stitched ripped a bit during the fight,” he said keeping his eyes on the road. “Will you help me get cleaned up when we get back?” he asked glancing at me.

            “Of course,” I said quietly. He nodded then looked back at the road.          

            We got to his house and I couldn’t help but notice him limping up to the door. I took his hand putting it around me and helped him into the house and downstairs to his room.

            Louis took off his shirt and it was clear from the blood on his bandaged side that he had done something. Louis flinches a bit as I slowly peeled it off. I quickly gathered some things to clean it and went to work fixing his wond.

            I stated quiet the whole time, I barely even looked at him in the eye.

            “Jenn I’m not mad,” he said softly making me finally meet his gaze. I gave him a wea smile and a nod.

            “How could you not be? I practically dumped you when I heard you kissed someone and that wasn’t even your fault,” I said in a slow ashamed voice. Louis sighed slightly. He reached over and placed his hand on my face. I looked up at him with sad eyes.

            “I love you babe, no matter what happens I know we’ll get through it,” he told me. I nodded slowly with a small smile then continued cleaning his side and rebandaged it.

            “I can’t help but wonder what led to it though,” he stated after awhile. I shrugged.

            “A back rub mainly. But we were both drunk so we kept just complimenting each other randomly and he said some sweet stuff and it just kinda happened,” I explained. Louis nodded slowly.

            “Well judging by the nearly empty bottle of vodka I saw on his table you were both pretty drunk. You’re gonna feel like shit tomorrow,” he said with a chuckle.

            “Maybe not. I feel fine now. Once I saw you I sobered up pretty fast,” I said. Louis chuckled again. “I am really sorry though Louis. I’m an idiot for letting it happen,” I said once I was completely finished with his side.

            “Let’s just forget it,” he suggested taking my arm and pulling me into a tight hug. I hugged him back burying my ace in his neck.  

            “I love you,” I whispered in his ear. Louis smiled pulling away and pressed his forehead to mine.

            “I love hearing you say that,” he whispered back and pressed his lips gently but passionately again mine. I kissed him back placing my hands on his face. He soon pulled away with a sigh leaning his head on mine again.

            “Fuck Amanda is going to hate me,” I said with a groan making Louis laugh a bit. He kissed the top of my head.

            “Harry will blame himself and make you sound like the victim so you should be fine,” he teased. I smiled nodded and let out a deep sigh.

            We soon got ready for bed. I borrowed a pair of his pj bottoms and one of his black muscle shirts. I snuggled comfily under his sheet and shut my eyes.

            Before long Louis joined me under the sheet and wrapped his arm tightly around my waist. He started placing small kisses on my back making me smile a bit. Only moments later I felt something hard against my back.

            “Louis,” I stated plainly knowing he was obviously in the mood.

            “What?” he asked casually moving to my neck kissing me more. I turned on my back and gave him a look he just smiled back at me innocently and pecked me on the lips.

            “No,” I said gently with a bit of worry.

            “Come on babe, I miss you,” he whined and kissed my neck again.  “Besides you kinda owe me,” he teased smirking against my neck. I let out a laugh facing him and leant up a bit propping myself up on my elbow and looked down at him.

            “Is that what you think?” I asked smirking. He gave me a cute grin back.

            “It’s what I know,” he stated putting his hand on my neck and pulling me down to kiss him. I kissed back passionately. I couldn’t deny  I wanted nothing more than to have him take me again. It had been a week since our first time and I really missed it too. I felt Louis’ tongue wonder into my mouth and I humored him for a minute or two before pushing away. I pecked his nose.

            “Not tonight,” I told him and rest my head down on his chest. Louis let out a deep disappointed sigh.

            “Fine,” he dragged out dully. I chuckled nuzzling my head into his chest and closed my eyes. “Soon though right?” he asked hopefully. I chuckled a bit.    

            “As soon as you’re healed enough,” I assured him. Louis smiled wrapping his arm tightly around me giving me a squeeze before releasing and relaxing. I let out a sigh of content happy that things were back to normal. I had a close call tonight and I knew I couldn’t ever make that mistake again because the thought of losing him was just too painful.