"Wow," Louis gasped in barely a whisper as I walked out of the bathroom. "You look beautiful." He stood in front of me - the literal definition of perfect - leaning against the wall as his eyes skimmed my body with thirst in his eyes. His pupils flickered all around, like he couldn't just focus on one area. It made a blush creep up my cheeks and my heart swell in my chest. How could someone so incredible be looking at me like this?
"Not so bad yourself," I chuckled as I closed the few feet of distance between us. My fingers brushed out his collar as his hand went straight to my waist, pulling me in. "You clean up nice, Tommo," I whispered against his ear. I could feel the shiver run up his neck, his grip tightening on my hip. He really did clean up nicely. If I thought Louis in a pair of bright skinny jeans and v-neck was sexy, I had no words to describe the way he looked tonight. He was wearing a pair of dark trousers - skinny fit of course, because when you have legs like his it's a crime not to show them off. A navy collared shirt with the top two bottoms left undone, crisply folded around his collar bone so his chest tattoo peeked out.
His hand suddenly was on the back of my head and I didn't even bother objecting about of my hair, just gave in and let his lips roughly meet mine. His movements were quick and aggressive, forcing my own lips to spread open and allow the entrance of his tongue. His hands kept pulling on my body, pulling me closer and closer until there wasn't even inches between us anywhere, our bodies completely intertwined. Nonetheless, he kept trying.
"I should warn you," Louis said in a raspy voice as he pulled back and pressed our foreheads together. "If we don't stop this now, we're not going to make it to the restaurant." There was a smirk written across his features, his eyes looked conflicted as they dropped down to my body and back to my face.
I gave him a smug grin and broke the small gap between our lips again. "That's fine," I murmured into the kiss. "Let's just stay here. Order room service." I pinned his arms against the wall wih my hands as my kisses traveled down his neck.
With one swift movement of his arms he broke from my grip and started pushing me - forcing me to walk backwards and towards the door. "No, you didn't get all dolled up just for me to rip that dress off you," he said in a low voice. "You look so good I have to show you off. Then I'll rip it off later." He winked, his hand giving one swift slap to my bum before he spun me around and forced me out the door.
"Let me just fix my lipstick?" I bargained. "You just messed it all up." I couldn't get the words out without letting a tiny giggle escape my lips.
"Alright, fix your lipstick then I'm taking you on a proper first date."
"Are you supposed to snog in a hotel room before your first date?" I joked, but even so my pulse quickened at the words. Our first date.
Louis' face lit up and the grin that broke across actually made me a little proud. "Look at you, trying to be all British like me. You're so cute." He reached out and ruffled my bangs, treating me like a child.
"Louis!" I scolded, giving him an icy glare and trying my best not to laugh through it. "If you don't stop messing up my hair and makeup we won't get to have that proper first date!"
Louis held up his hands in surrender. "Alright, alright. Fix yourself up, love, then let's get going. The sooner we get there the sooner we can get back and continue the fun we were having."
"Do you always say that to a girl before your first date?"
Louis smirked. "Only the really special ones." That comment earned a smack from me and he shrugged.
