Letters (A Dark Louis Tomlinson Fanfic)

Chapter 42

A/N: Short chapter today :)

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I realise I haven't been doing the dedications lately, because it's so late when I finish writing that I just need to sleep, but I'll catch up in the next few days so keep your eye out for a dedication! I do read all of your comments, even if I don't reply to all of them:)

~L.

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*Trinity's PoV*

I woke up and stretched one of arms out over the duvet, patting the locker with my eyes closed in a clumsy attempt to locate my phone. My fingers skimmed over it eventually, and I picked it up, bringing it close enough to my face so that my just-opened eyes could make out the time. 

My eyes shot open when I saw that it read 12:00pm. I needed to go see the other business about getting a job, and I wasn't sure what time they closed at. I pried myself out of Louis' arms, not even bothering to try to wake him as I slipped out of the bed. I tip-toed my way over to the drawer that Louis had given me, where some of my stuff was now kept. Of course, now that I was staying there for a while, one drawer wasn't exactly enough to keep everything in, but the sentimental thought still clung to the idea.

I had hoped to leave Louis sleeping as I got dressed and left, but all hopes were soon proved impossible as I somehow managed to trip over my pyjamas that had been lying on the floor from our previous activities that morning. I didn't have time to blush at the thought, as I was too busy flying flat onto my face with an extremely loud 'thud'. 

I groaned as I heard Louis shoot up in bed, mumbling something in his morning voice, which sounded worried. I picked myself off the floor and stood up, waving at him in a gesture to show him that it was me making the noise, and that I was fine, before remembering that I was stark naked and attempting to cover myself up with my hands.

Louis chuckled, and I guessed he was laughing at the fact that I still felt self conscious around him after all of our activities. I reached the wardrode, sneaking behind the door to hide myself while I pulled on some clothes. It wasn't officially an interview, so I decided to dress more casually and pulled on a simple pair of black skinny jeans and a white t-shirt, shurgging on a plain black blazer on top.

When I was dressed, I stepped backwards and closed the wardrobe, ready to go to the bathroom and fix myself up, brush my teeth and such, before I left, but was met with a rather unexpected sight when I turned to leave the room.

There Louis was, standing completely naked as he stretched. I let out a squeak of both surprise and embarrassment as I saw him, turning on my heel again so my back was facing him, and covering my eyes. I herad him laugh once again from behind me, and heard him come closer and closer to me, his footsteps loud against the wooden floor. All of a sudden, I felt a pair of arms wrap around me and I squealed in shock.

His breath fanned against the side of neck as he brought his head to hover over my right shoulder, causing goosebumps to erupt on the surface of my skin.

"Don't pretend you don't like what you see," he teased in a low voice, "You seemed to have no problem with it this morning."

I was glad my hands were convering my face at that moment, because I didn't want him to see my blushing feverishly. However, they didn't remain there for long, as he spun me around to face him and pulled my hands away from my face with his own.

"And quite frankly," he whispered darkly as he began to nip at my neck, "I wouldn't mind going for round 3."

With that, he pulled me as close to him as possible and pressed his lips to mine. His hand cupped the side of my face, the other resting on the small of my back, as I melted into the familiar soft kiss that I had grown accustomed to. He parted my lips slightly with his own, nudging them gently open. His tongue gave no warning before sliding through the opening and into my mouth, but I didn't protest. 

The kiss was soft, raw with emotion and tenderness, yet I knew he was doing it in an attempt to make me weak at the knees and go back to bed with him. My suspicions were confirmed as he began to walk us back towards the bed, and I smiled against his lips as I pulled away.

I shot him a playful scowl before swatting him on the arm lightly.

"No, Louis," I told him firmly, "I have to go and get a job. You can take care of yourself if you're that desperate."

He scrunched up his nose in protest, but gave in and sighed, turning around and reaching for some clothes that were laid out on the chair in the corner of the room. 

"I suppose you're right," he sighed, smirking, "You probably need time to recover, seeing as I fucked your brains out twice in the space of two hours."

"Louis!" I scolded, trying to fight the smile that threatened to dance on my lips. 

"Fine," he huffed, "I actually have stuff I need to do that I've been meaning to get done for a while now."

I looked over at hime as he pulled on a pair of jeans, waiting for him to explain further, but her never did.

"Like...?" I prompted, hopinh he would be less reserved after our chat we had had earlier.

He pulled a charcoal coloured t-shirt over his head and ruffled his hair into it's usual messy styles before answering me.

"I just have an errand to run, then I wanna meet up with some friends," he told me, giving me a small smile.

I returned the same smile, although, on the inside, I was slightly disappointed. I had been hoping for an in-depth explanation of what sort of stuff he had to do, but was told no more than the usual.

I sighed as Louis walked out the door and followed suit, deciding to ignore it for now, yet again.

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A/N: Sorry, it's not great and it's *very* short, but more exciting stuff to come in the next chapter I promise, I just knew you guys would be expecting an update tonight so I had to give it to you.

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~L.