Queen of hearts ~ a Louis Tomlinson fanfic-BEING FIXED

Chapter 9~ Safe and Sound

"Stay." She demands me. Her voice is elegant, the words slip

Off her tongue so easily. But she must be having difficulty with saying this...she must be right? She was the one acting so protective of herself when I was playing around with her outside. Unless she really isn't as innocent as I thought.

I take one longing look at this beautiful girl, the girl who is right now allowing me to get into the tub with her. She told me to stay,no, she ordered me to stay,So why do I question it. Usually I would jump at the chance and not risk a minute at all. What the hell is happening to me.

Her cheeks tiny pink under my gaze, and soon her lips are parted, as she speaks. "Louis.. Don't you.. Want to?"

I stare at her, dumbfounded. "Queen. What kind of question is that? Of course I do."

I watch her pink cheeks turn an even darker shade after I have spoken my words. This, for some reason brings a smile to my lips.

"I'm just not sure you know for a fact that you do." I tell her, still shocked and disappointed in my self for saying that. What the hell is happening to me. I'm thinking about her feelings...

It's the act... It must be. I'm just so good, I've learned to play along. I decide quietly to myself as Mia remains mute.

She sputters anxiously. "I-"

I've never seen her so uncomfortable, so vulnerable, so unsure before. It's a very un-Mia thing to do. Is it all just part of the game?

"Come here." I whisper, parting my arms so that she can latch hers around me easier. I walk over to her, and pull her into my chest.

I could be a good boyfriend if I tried to be.

" what do you want to do?" I ask into her soft, waves of hair. She shivers in my hold, from the breath I have released.

This is very awkward for me, and for her too, id imagine, I have never been the comforting type. Until now, and I can tell she feels the same.

It's a strange feeling. To give comfort. To receive it.. Though I wouldn't know.

"Here." I decide. "Get in the tub." I instruct her, as I untangle myself from her tightly wound limbs.

Her eyes look up at me with an intense, stare and I can't help but grin. "Just get in Queenie."

She looks down awkwardly, but stays frozen in spot. This Mia is cute Mia.

I walk over to her side, and trail my thumb across her stomach. Her eyes shoot up, and stare in to mine. And I see so many different emotions, that it's hard to count. I give her a reassuring smile, as I slowly, peel the fabric off her peachy skin. She winces, as I do so, but I pretend not to notice to save her embarrassment.

When her top half is just covered in her thin purple bra. (Surprise surprise.) I slide my fingers down to her waist and lightly tug on her jeans. The whole time I am aware of her eyes on me, but I don't look up, I'm afraid that if I do, I may loose it. I may really take this too far. But that can't happen. Not yet.

I unzip her jeans, and help her pull them down her thin, legs. She crosses her left over her right in an uncomfortable stance, but remains speechless. She just watches. Eyes blazing. I notice immediately a tattoo on her waist. "I love you" it reads,underneath it is a date , neatly engraved. I wonder what it stands for.

She watches me attentively, as I reach for my own hem of my shirt, but when my finger touched the fabric, she tares it away and instead, thrusts her palm onto it, and tugs it off my shoulders for me. This is the first time she's smiled since we've arrived here.