Crazy Little Thing Called Love

Toothbrushes Or How We Were Interrupted (Twice)

Hi everyone, here is another chapter which I hope you'll enjoy! :) I tried to play a bit with Claire, Harry and Louis after some comments on the last two chapters and I hope you like what I did. All the love, Summer xxx

Louis came back faster than we had expected him to, so we hadn't really done anything dangerous apart from stealing some cookies, which tastes fantastic. Harry and Niall were having a really serious conversation about whether more people used green or orange toothbrushes, while Lily, who had returned from the toilet, stood next to them giggling. I was munching on a cookie and listened intently to their discussion.

"Nobody wants to have an orange toothbrush, Niall." Harry said to him in a tone that showed how absurd he found this idea. "Green is obviously the more reasonable choice here." Louis quickly downed his drink at these words and then bowed in front of me. "Would you like to dance, Miss Winters?" I giggled and let go of Harry's hand that I still seemed to be holding and took Louis' hand. Harry pouted a bit, but then turned his full concentration back on Niall and the toothbrush problem.

Louis pulled me onto the dance floor, and even in my drunk state I could feel that he was definitely more drunk now, than he was twenty minutes ago. He pulled me closer to him and I wasn't sure if you could tell where he ended and I started, but I wasn't complaining. I run my fingers through his hair and one of his hands wandered down my back towards my bum.

"Have I told you how sexy you look in these jeans?" he asked me in a low voice, his lips very close to my ear. I shook my head and he pulled away a bit and send me a cheeky grin. "Well, let me tell you, Claire, that the combination of these jeans and that top should not be allowed, or at least not on you." I grinned and blushed a bit, but my boundaries were always pretty much non-existent when I was drunk so I sent him a cheeky wink and leaned forward to whisper something into his ear. "You also look exceptionally fine tonight, Mr Tomlinson." Louis grinned in response and we continued dancing, or whatever you would call it at that point, for another few minutes until Louis suddenly pulled away and then pulled me through the crowd up the stairs, into what looked like a guest room.

He shut the door behind us with his foot and as soon as he heard the lock click, his lips were on mine. Kissing Louis Tomlinson in a guestroom in Liam Payne's house was something I had never expected myself to do, but it was something I didn't want to miss for anything in the world. His hands were roaming my body, while mine were tangled in his hair. Somehow we ended up on the bed and I was now sitting on Louis lap, while he supported my weight with one hand, the other was tangled in my hair.

Suddenly, the door was opened and we both jumped apart. Harry, Niall and Lily were standing in the doorway, obviously surprised to find us making out in a guest room. There was an awkward silence and all of us seemed to sober up very quickly. Harry cleared his throat. "We, um, we will look for toothbrushes somewhere else." Well, maybe we were still a little bit drunk. Lily sent me a stern look, which I didn't understand, and Niall only wiggled his eyebrows and made a very obvious gesture before he closed the door behind them.

I turned my head back to face Louis who was grinning down at me. He gently brushed his thumb over my cheek and then smirked, a twinkle in his eyes. "Now, where were we before we were so rudely interrupted by the toothbrush search-group?" I giggled and squirmed a bit in his lab, which made his eyes turn a shade darker in his response. "I don't know, you tell me." He grinned and then whispered in a low voice into my ear "How about I show you?" He kissed his way down my neck towards my collar bone and I shuddered.

In that moment, the door opened again, and Louis swore under his breath. This time, I would have preferred to see Harry or Niall or Lily standing in the door way, because at least they were too drunk to do much about it and probably wouldn't remember it by tomorrow morning anyway, or so I hoped. Instead, Lottie was standing in the door way and she didn't look very drunk. She was wearing a smirk which told us that we were in trouble.