When You said 'Rock Me', Is This What You Meant? | l.t (Book l) [unedited]

Chapter Twelve

Zoe's POV:

"And then she just laughed in my face, like it didn't even matter!" Louis cried. I kind of just, watched him. I didn't know what to do in this situation. We were sitting on my couch, so I scooted closer to him.

I rubbed his back in a circular motion as he let his emotions pour out. At least he isn't one of those locked up guys now. I eventually wrapped both my arms around him, and he cried on my shoulder.

This is so weird.

I felt my shoulders gets damp, and it spread to my chest. How much can one person cry? How do I console him like he used to do to me?

I whispered sweet things in his ears as he eventually calmed down, telling him everything would be fine.

"Oh my god, I'm acting like a girl." He sniffed, wiping his face.

"Well, your girlfriend for three years just cheated on you, Lou." I said calmly. I need to work on my people skills.

"You're not very good at this." He pointed out. I had to laugh at that.

"Sorry, if you remember, I was the one crying all the time. I hardly ever saw you crying." I said. He snickered.

"Yeah, I remember." He replied. I stared at his mouth, and his tongue darted out to lick his lip. I felt my mouth grow dry, and he stayed silent. I looked up at his eyes, and he was watching me.

He started to lean in, and I cleared my throat.

"What time is it?" I asked. He looked thrown back.

"Oh, sorry." He said, his face turning red.

"Nah, I kinda started it." I giggled.

"True." He laughed.

"Sorry." I muttered. Stupid move, Zoe.

"Mommy, I'm sleepy." Honesty said.

"Coming." I called. I rolled my eyes playfully at Louis, and we stood up. I looked questioningly at him.

"If I had listened to you when I was walking away, this would be what I did every night. I wanna do right until I can't anymore." He said. My head was spinning. He really wanted to be her Daddy?

"Okay." I breathed. We walked up the stairs, and Honesty was waiting for us on the toilet, the seat down.

"Why is Daddy helping?" She asked. It made my heart flutter for a stupid reason when she called him 'Daddy'. Shouldn't she be confused and still calling him Louis?

"He wants to." I said.

"Louis, go lay out her clothes, I'll wash her." I said. Where is my Mother?!

I ran her bath water, and put her in quickly. Since her eyelids were drooping, I made it a quick bath for her.

I didn't bother to dry her hair, and wrapped the towel around her, leading her into her room.

Louis was still picking out her outfit, after ten minutes.

"What are you doing?" I asked. He was holding up two pajamas.

"I don't know what she wants to wear." He frowned.

"The kitty ones." I said, grabbing the pajama pants and matching shirt, handing them to her after she got her underwear on.

"Why does this take so long?" She groaned. I stifled a laugh, and walked into my bedroom. Louis followed behind me like a lost puppy. I made the bed, ignoring his stare on me.

I finished the room with a spray of lavender air freshener.

"You still listen to The Fray?" He asked, looking at the CDs laying on my table. I paled as he held up a homemade one.