Who Are You?

Chapter 10

Carlie's P.O.V

Louis and I have been talking for hours... About nonsense. He told me his favorite color is red and that he loves football(soccer) and wants to be a professional one day. He loves to sing, he actually sung for me. His voice has that raspy tone and it's beautiful. He has 4 little sisters and he loves them dearly. It's only been a couple hours and I feel like I've known him forever.

"Thank you for visiting me Carlie, it means so much." He smiles

"You're welcome, I mean I wasn't not going to visit you.. And I uh I need to ask you something."

"Yeah what?" He looks concerned.

"Remember the day me and you went to the park?"

"Yeah of course I do, it was great." He smiles.

"Well I saw you are Harry having a argument before.. If you don't mind me asking.. What was it about?" I look in his eyes.

"Harry... He was getting so pissed. Swearing and cussing... He didn't want me to talk to you because you were "weird" and a "bitch". So I left because I knew those things weren't true... He was being a real fucking asshole" he sighs.

"Oh.." I can't mention the fact that he bullies me, and that I cut. I can't. Harry knows where I live, I mean he is my next door neighbor... He could easily come to my house and practically kill me.

"Yeah, I know. I'm sorry he just... Doesn't like you I guess. Do you know why he doesn't?" Oh I know why.

"No.. I don't" I do. Trust me I do. Being myself causes him to dislike me and make me cut. Cry. Ruin me. Why am I still alive?

He sighs. "We can try to figure it out?"

I gulp a little. "Nah...It's fine I don't mind anyways... It's okay" I bite the inside of my lip.

"You sure Car?" He looks at me.

I can't help but blush when he calls me Car, it's the cutest thing. "Y-yeah I'm sure.."

He giggles and smiles "You know, you are really cute when you blush."

I get even redder. "I-I what?"

"You are cute, Carlie." He smiles without showing his teeth. "You are cute."

No one has ever... Ever called me cute once in my life. Now Louis Tomlinson is?

"Oh um thanks..." I look down and play with my fingers.

He scoots over in his bed, "You can come and lay with me if you want." He gets a tiny bit red, I smirk.

"Are you sure?" I look at him. His eyes... I get lost in them everytime I see them.

"Yeah, I'm sure." I stand up and slowly get in in bed and put the blanket over both of us. Our arms and legs touch. I take a quick look at his body. So tan.. So muscular. So smooth. He has no flaws, not one.

He slowly puts his arm around me, and my eyes widen a little. I've never had a boyfriend, my first kiss, never even interacted with a guy.

The room is quiet. Really quiet. He takes his hand and moves if under my chin and moves my head up and slowly towards his.

I can see his eyes perfectly. So blue, with a small hint of green in them. They glisten in the light, I manage to smile a little.

My heart beats faster as he moves his head closer to mine. Is he about to do what I think he will do? My breathing gets heavier.

He licks his lips slowly, and so do I. He leans down all the way and kisses me.

He kisses me.

Our mouths move slowly, and his hand softly cups my cheek, the one that Harry slapped.

Suddenly the door opens and we both pull away, and turn out heads.

We see one confused looking Zayn and a pissed off Harry.

Shit.