Dependency // l.tomlinson *Completed*

06. Radley

06. Radley

I was feeling exceptionally unusual today. Something was making me extremely anxious but I wasn't quite sure what it was.

I had one thing decided. Something bad- or something equivalent to bad- was going to happen today. I could feel it my bones.

I turned onto my left side from my right and gasped quietly. I was now facing a beautiful, angel-like man. I smiled, thinking about the little agreement we had two days ago.

His eyes were shut and a tiny smile was settled on his lips. His right hand was pressed under the side of his head; his cheek being squished by the palm of his hand. I soon realized that his left hand had a tight- but very comforting- grip on my hip.

Louis was- no doubt, whatsoever- perfect. It was safe to say I have fallen for this British boy. Even though it has been three weeks, I've come to really like him. Really, really like him.

I scooted closer and closer to him; eventually, I was close enough to nuzzle my face into his chest.

He moaned quietly before I felt his strong arm drape over my waist.

"What's wrong?" He whispered.

"I don't know. I don't feel good." I whispered back, sniffling.

"Are you crying?"

"No?"

"Liar," he looked down at me and wiped a tear with the pad of his thumb, "what's wrong, love? Why are you so upset?"

"I have a really bad feeling about today. Something's going to happen."

He rubbed my lower back and smiled sweetly, "I really suck at being a comforting person."

"Don't apologize," I laughed, nervously, "I just wanna stay in bed all day and wait for this feeling to go away."

"That won't help. Get up and shower while I prepare breakfast and tea."

"I'll make breakfast, Lou. It's okay."

"Nope," he yawned, rubbing the tired away from his eyes, "I'm in the mood to cook today, lovely. Sit back and relax."

"Louis..."

"Rad, please. I don't get to really cook for anyone anymore. You're the next best thing. Come on, I know you want to be pampered."

I pouted in protest but he just tapped my nose and got up to brush his teeth.

I was right. I have fallen hard for this boy. I am definitely in love with Louis Tomlinson. Everything about him was appealing to me but his kindness towards me has formed a special area in my heart.

"Get up, love," Louis smiled, coming back into the bedroom, "you need to stop being cute and start being productive. I want you to go shower, pretty one."

I blushed and rushed to the other room to take a shower.

Does Louis really think I'm cute and pretty? He's probably saying it to make me feel better about myself. I sighed and took a quick shower, trying to rid my body of my anxieties.

When I headed to the kitchen, I heard Louis talking to someone through his laptop; happiness was evident in word he spoke.

"I really miss seeing your faces all the time." He fake cried.

I walked towards him and he nodded in my direction to acknowledge me.

"Louis, who's there with you?" Someone asked from his laptop.

"Um..." He trailed off.

"You did not have a one night stand. Did you? Oh, god! I didn't think you were that type!" An Irish accent flowed out of the speakers.