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Chapter 12

Song: Can't Help Falling In Love- Twenty One Pilots (cover)

"Take my hand, take my whole life too. 'Cause I can't help falling in love with you"

Delilah

Louis and I stare into each other's eyes for what feels like a million years and a half. No words were spoken, no movements were made, just eyes locked together.

I open my mouth to speak and continue my rant, but am cut off by Louis' lips smashing delicately onto mine. My eyes flutter shut, his index finger and thumb gripping my chin.

If it was even possible, combining the times I've just touched Louis, the shocks that coursed through my whole body, this shock was the strongest. Not once have I ever been kissed or looked at the way he looks at me. Boys just look at me as if I'm some kind of toy, and I was their puppet. I let them control me. But with Louis, he didn't look at me like that. He looked at me like a man that was madly in love looked at his wife did. It was strange, but a good strange. A really good strange.

After a few seconds of our lips lingering together, Louis pulls away. I look back into his eyes, the ones I'm falling in love with, and bite my lip.

"I can't even begin to explain what you're doing to me, Delilah. Ever since I first laid eyes on you, I've felt something I've never felt before. You completely changed my perspective on life, and I hadn't even talked to you before! Just one look at you and I felt as if you were going to be someone very special in my life. And here you are," Louis whispers to me, his hands cupping my cheeks again. I don't realize the tears rolling down my cheeks until he wipes them away with the pad of his thumbs.

"I'm sorry," I laugh. I wipe my tears away again, grabbing his hands that are firmly placed on my cheeks. I flutter my eyes closed, my mind racing with thoughts and feelings. I'm pulled away from them, Louis rubbing his thumb along my jawbone. I open my eyes to see him staring at me, his mouth opening.

"I-"

I jump slightly, hearing a phone buzz against a hard surface. I look to the side to see my phone sitting on the coffee table. I look back at Louis, a warm smile covering his face.

I reach forward, grabbing my phone to see I have a few text messages from my mom. I bite my lip, realizing that I'll probably be in a boat load of trouble when I get home.

I unlock my phone, reading the messages.

From: mom

11:28 pm
Where are you? Call me.

2:34 am
Get home. Now. I'm worried sick.

4:18 am
I hope you're okay. Please call me as soon as possible.

7:03 am
I haven't slept all night. Call me.

12:29 pm
Delilah Sidney Tate, call me right now.

3:01 pm
Get your ass home before I come looking for it.

My eyes widen, looking at the time.

5:57 pm.

"Shit," I say. I quickly get up, Louis getting up as well.

"Everything okay?" He questions. I run outside to the pool, grabbing Louis' shirt and pulling it on.

"My moms been texting me. She's worried sick," I inform Louis. His eyes widen, following me to the front door. I spot my keys to my car on the bench, grabbing them and sliding on a pair of flip flops that I don't recognize.