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Chapter 30

Song: Cocoon - Catfish and the Bottlemen

"Fuck it if they talk. Fuck it if they try and get to us, 'cause I'd rather go blind than let you down"

Delilah

After Louis and I talked for about an hour about little nothing's, we ate my moms dinner she had prepared. Pizza. Classic. My mom of course apologized to Louis for the cheap oven baked meal, but Louis didn't mind. Well, that's what he said. The pizza tasted like cardboard to me.

After we had finished, we headed up to my room to cuddle for a little bit. I don't know why, but he had informed me he was "just in the mood". I mean hey, I wasn't complaining but we ended up falling asleep while spooning.

I woke up to a bunch of light shining through my shades, my eyebrows furrowing. I looked behind me to see Louis still fast asleep. A few snores left his mouth making me laugh quietly. After a few moments of admiring him, I glanced over at the clock. I had to do a double take as I thought it was the wrong time.

"Six am?" I gasp. Louis jolts awake, rubbing his eyes as I stare at him. I smile sheepishly when he looks up at me with a tired grin, rubbing his eyes. I melt at the sight, Louis resembling a little baby waking up from a long nap.

"What's wrong?" Louis asks in a low raspy voice. I nearly have an orgasm right then and there, forgetting what time it is. God damn, his voice is so fucking hot in the morning, what the hell?

"You spent the night," I say in a monotone voice. He shrugs, snuggling into the pillow more.

"I told my mum I was staying with you when you fell asleep. She didn't mind, but I couldn't leave you cold and alone," he mumbles. I smile, leaning down to hug him.

"Did my mom say anything?" I ask, my face still buried in his neck.

"M'nothing..." He says very quietly. I shrug, hoping she doesn't care. I mean, she does love Louis like one of her own.

"We should get ready to go to school if you want to run home," I say into his ear. I feel him shiver, smirking at what I can do to him.

"I don't want to go home..." He groans. I laugh into his neck, his head moving to look at me. I'm leaned down on my elbows, smiling at him.

"Okay. Are you just going to wear that?" I ask him, motioning to his sweatpants and shirt. He looks down at what he's wearing, nodding.

"Yeah. I'll just need to take a shower," he tells me.

"You can shower here," I say. He smiles, leaning in to give me a kiss me. I lean back, his eyebrows furrowing.

"What?" He asks with a pout.

"I probably have morning breath," I groan. He rolls his eyes, moving to stand up.

"What an excuse," he mumbles. My eyes widen, grabbing a fistful of my sheets.

"It's not an excuse! I'm serious," I state firmly. I see him smirk as he strides out of my bedroom.

"Sure," he winks. I roll my eyes, laying back down as I assume he's going to shower. A few minutes later, my assumption is confirmed when Louis walks in with wet hair and the same clothes on.

"That was fast," I laugh. Louis shrugs, plopping down on my bed.

"M'tired," he mumbles. I aw at the sight in front of me, wanting to kiss him badly with his lip jutted out like that.

So I do. But it's a quick one. Louis opens his eyes at the second peck, but smiles when he realized what I had done.

"Thank you," he grins. I roll my eyes, getting up and picking some clothes out. I decide to wear black jeans and an army green sweater, wanting to be warm with the chilly weather.