Insecurities

Chapter Seventeen

Baileys POV:

     Stretching out in my bed I let out a yawn, I didn't do a whole lot last night. Louis and I went for a swim at some community center and then went for ice cream. It was nice, he was able to distract me without him even knowing. I had constant thoughts about my tummy hanging over my swimsuit bottoms or those awful bags of extra skin by my underarms. Louis has the perfect body, enough muscle definition to make me feel safe and not to the point where I would fear for my own well being if we ever fought. He also has the face of the boy next door but still gives off the feel of a boy becoming a man. Looking at the clock sitting on my nightstand planning on what I'll be doing on my day off. Scratching my head as I walked into the kitchen finding Lou standing in front of my stove messing about.

"Morning." Pouring myself a mug of glorious caffeine it's odd how comfortable I am with a sight of him in the morning. As I stir in the sugar and cream creating a delicious blend that wakes me up Louis wraps his arms around my waist from behind and his head rests upon my shoulder.

"Good morning." He says quietly place in a playful kiss on my cheek. I bask in the feel of having a man hold me, it's a new sensation one that I'd be happy to get used to.

"What time did you get up?" I ask bringing my favorite mug to my lips asking. My bare clad legs even more on display when I lean against a counter I watched as he fumbles about in front of the stove. His movements aren't quite confident and his eyebrows are put together in determination.

"Not too long ago." In one hand is my cast iron the other is trying to keep a steady grasp on four eggs. As he tries to spread the melting butter his concentration was taken fully as his tongue pokes through his lips and one of the eggs falls to the floor. I begin to laugh not knowing if it was because of the egg or the defeated expression plastered across his face.

"You clean up your mess and I'll cook." Still laughing slighty I hear him mumble somethings under his breath as he laid the remaining eggs onto a countertop.  For the most part each of us do our jobs it's silent unless it's Louis talking to himself.

"What are you doing today?" I'm asked and despite his casual approach I sense anxiety and desperation. Smiling inwardly I relish on the thought of me being the cause of him being flustered.

"Nothing that I know of." I bite my tongue wanting to hear him ask me to spend my day with him. I'm a bit of a hypocrite because I love when the person that I'm linked with voices everything. I want to know what they're thinking, how they're feelings but I'm not able to do that myself.

"Do you want to spend it with me? I have an interview but it won't take long. "  I turn my head to look at him and his gaze is different. His eyes aren't soft and playful his blue orbs seem to be pleading me to accept.

"Sounds like fun." I don't know what's going on between the Duncaster boy and I, we may have gone on dates but I'm not quite sure and its left me feeling confused and disorganized. My arm is gripped tightly spinning me around and Louis hand is placed softly on my cheek the contrast between the two actions is breathtaking. His lips cover mine quickly, he tastes sweet with a hint of citrus. His tongue trails my bottom lip excruciatingly slow causing me to want more but he pulls away before I can grant him entrance.  The kiss has left me in a daze and I move my hand to cover his which is still grasping my face. His eyes are soft again and a smirk curves his lips in such a way that it makes me want to grab a hold of the back of his neck and finish what he started but instead I fall into his hand enjoying the feel of his thumb tracing over my cheek lightly.

"Good." His voice is smug and I want to laugh. I enjoy the quick glance but shy, vulnerable side of him what the confidence side is the part of him but I'm comfortable with. The side that I know how to interact with.