Misunderstood (Punk Louis Tomlinson Fanfic)

Part 63 (Final)

Pretty much everyone in our grad was at this party. It was great. Louis, Harry, Amanda and I grabbed ourselves a drink and happily talked about our future plans.

            As the night went on Louis took my hand and pulled me over to wear a bunch of other people were dancing. I raised my hands and laced my fingers together behind his neck as he placed his hands on my waist.

            “Seems like everything fallen into place,” Louis said smiling down at me. I nodded smiling up at him.

            “Everything perfect,” I said. Louis smiled and leaned down pressing his lips gently against mine. I pulled away and looked up at him nibbling my lip.

            “What’s up love?” he asked noticing the odd look on my face. I had something I wanted to tell him, well more like show him. I smiled a bit.

            “Do you think we can go somewhere a little quieter? There’s something I wanted to talk to you about,” I said. Louis eyed me for a moment before slowly nodding his head. He took my head leading me through the crowd of people up stairs and into an empty room.

            It was a big room, probably the master bedroom. We shut the door behind us and Louis went over and sat on the bed.

            “So what did you wanna talk about?” he asked me curiously. I gave him a small smirk and walked over to him.

            “Well it’s more I wanted to show you something,” I said as I slowly climbed onto his lap and straddled his waist. Louis’ hands quickly went to my waist as he smirked back at him. I pressed my lips to his briefly before I pulled away. I gave him a small smile then lifted my shirt slowly up over my head.

            Louis’ eyes went a little wide at my actions. I looked into his eyes then looked down at my side to wear inked in letter were written along my ribs. Louis’ eyes followed mine.

            “You got a tattoo?” he asked in shock and I giggle a bit nodding. He placed his hands on my hips pushing me to lay on my side. He leaned over me taking a closer look.

            “Normal is an illusion, what is normal for the cat is chaos for the mouse,” he read as he trailed his fingers along the letters.

            “Do you like?” I asked nervously as his eyes stayed glued on my side.

            “I love it babe, it’s beautiful but,” he paused looking back up at me. “Is that cat and mouse supposed to be us?” he asked curiously.

            “Yea. You’re the cat and I’m the mouse,” I explained. He gave me a slightly confused stared and I giggled a bit. “It’s something Amanda came up with awhile ago. You’re the cat because cats can be sly and devious but they also have a sweet cuddly side as well,” I said smiling at him as I placed my hand on his face. “And I’m the mouse because I’m small and innocently but at the same time I can be quite mischievous,” I said. Louis smiled at me with a small nod.

            “But don’t cats sort of eat mice?” he asked laughing slightly.

            “Well you could also look at it like cats like to chase mice. Sorta of like when you chased after me to be your girlfriend,” I said with a grin.

            “That’s freaking genius,” he said. I laughed a bit as he leaned in and pecked me on the lips. “You know I’ve been thinking about getting a tattoo about us,” he said. I smiled.

            “What would you get?” I asked curiously.

            “I read this one quote that was nice. It said Imagine meeting someone who understood even the dustiest corners of your mixed up soul,” he said. I smiled biting my lip.