Chapter 3: Chatting With You

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I sighed softly as I sit down at the dinning room table. I know the talk is coming. I look over at Louis, who just gently smiles, wrinkles visable just below his eyes.
                            "You are so attractive, Lou." I gush, feeling my cheeks flush pink. He giggles and blushes, I can't help but smile.
                              "Haz...what you did was wrong." You yelled harsh comments at me...and you threw things." His eyes filled with tears as he spoke, I knew he didn't like to cry, I didn't like to see him cry. This was torture already. "I know I said some harsh things too... but those were only used in my defense."
I nod and take his hand in mine, he flinches immidiatly, and choked out a sob. "I don't want you to soothe me, okay?" I just want you to listen." His words sounded more hurt than harsh, but I knew where our ground stood now.
                                 "Lou...I-I'm sorry." I know that doesn't mean anything..." I sigh softly and feel my cheeks redden, only because I know I'm about to cry.  "You are literally everything to me... I-I don't think I could let you go even if I wanted to." I look up now and see his face soaked in tears. That's when tears began to sting my eyes and I chock out sob after sob. "I-I can't tell you why I was so rude... because....because... it would only hurt you." Everything I say hurts you.
I sigh unevenly as I feel more tears well in my eyes.
                                   "Hazzy... I forgive you." He wipes away my tears and kisses my cheek. "I'm not mad anymore...I'm love you."
I smile a shy shy smile and kiss his lips. They are soft pink and beautiful.
                                    "Hey I'll wash the dishes!" He says getting up and running towards the kitchen. I soon walk in there with him, by the time I'm in the doorway, Louis is already covered in bubbles and water.
                                    "Louehh you're supposed to wash the dishes, not yourself!" He giggles now, throwing multiple amounts of water at me. It has soaked me from my head down to my bare feet. "Louis William Tomlinson!" I shriek. Now I find myself chasing him rapidly around the house, water is being thrown everywhere and everything is soaked including our hardwood floor."Um... Lou?" I question. "Do you see the mess in here?" I motion towards the multiple puddles if water.
                                      "Yes!" He giggles. His eyes are so full of happiness and laughter that I can't stay mad at him. I feel him tackle me to the floor, he is laughing extremely hard, and he accidentally snorts causing me to start laughing.
Our laughter is interrupted by a soft yawn from Louis, his eyes looking sleepy, and I know he's tired. I'm tired too.
                                         "C'mon Lou." I motion for him to get up, he looks confused so I pick him up in my arms.
                                           "Harreh!" Put me down!" He shrieks loudly and I can't help but howl with laughter.
                                             "Angel... we need to rest." You especially do but I'll take a nap with you." He nods and I soon set him in the bed. It doesn't take long for him to fall asleep, curled up next to me and softly snoozing. I feel so lucky.
             
                                 
                                    

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