Louis, my brother (L.T)

Chapter 8: And so the Journey begins....

Lia's POV

"Good night guys!" I yell as I close my bedroom door.

"Goodnight Lia!" they all yell at the same time. I smile and run onto my bed, belly flopping . I wriggle around, trying to find a comfortable position and eventually I find it. I slowly fall into a light sleep, dreaming about my new friends.

"Lia," I hear, and my eyes flutter open. Who's in my room? I look and see Louis, in his t-shirt and boxers. I smile.

Right before I was going to bed, Louis whispered to me.

"Can I see you in your room later love?" he asks, pleading.

"Sure," I whisper back, as he smiles wildly.

I sit up, a wide smile on my face. "Hey Lou," I say sleepily. He smiles and sits beside me and shifts so he faces me.

"Come here," he says and pulls me onto his lap. I lay my head on his chest, still sleepy.

"What time is it?" I moan, he chuckles, his chest vibrating.

"It's 1 in the morning," he says and wraps his arms around me tighter.

"You're not tired?" I ask, nuzzling into his chest more.

"I'd never be tired for you," he whispers and kisses my head. See, I don't know if this is all real. Does he really care for me this way? Or is this just for fun? It's so confusing.

"I don't want this to be weird, but wanna lie down?" I ask nervously and I feel him smile.

"I'd love to," he says and I get off his lap. He lays on the left side of the bed, his arms behind his head. He's so hot, dammit! I lay down beside him, looking at the ceiling. He shifts over so he's facing me.

"I don't bite," he whispers and I shift into his arms. My back is facing him as his arms wrap around my waist.

"Is this what siblings do?" I ask and he puts his face in my hair.

"I used to do this with my sisters when we were younger," he says, then whispers to me, "but I don't want you to be my sister."

"What do you want me to be?" I asked curiously.

"I want you to be mine," he says and slowly kisses my neck, sending goosebumps everywhere.

"I'd like that," I say and put my hands ontop of his. As soon as he feels my hands, he intwines our fingers. He slowly stops and just lays his head on my shoulder.

"Ready for the tour?" he asks, playing with my fingers.

"I'm nervous actually," I say and I turn to face him.

"Why babe?" he asks. Damn, the way he says babe.

"What will the fans think of me?" I say and whisper quietly, "what will people think about us?"

"Don't worry about the fans love," he says then I smile. My favourite love song pops into my head.

"I know the perfect song to fit us," I say and trace his jawline.

"Which one?" he says, closing his eyes and enjoying my touch.

People say, we shouldn't be together I sing softly, and his blue orbs fly open. He chuckles softly.

"Too young, to know about forever," he sings softly.

His voice was much more amazing in real life instead of off your iPod. It was angelic, and kind. We slowly sing "they don't know about us" and as we end the song, we're so close. I can feel his breath on my cheek, one shove forward and my lips would meet his. Well, that's exactly what he did. It was soft at first, then grew to a more desperate kiss. He pulled me closer to him and tangled our legs, kissing me passionately. His arms come around my back as my hands thread into his hair. We pull apart slowly, the feeling of his kiss still lingering on my lips.