Crazy Little Thing Called Love

Accidental Confessions Or How I Can Now Happily Die In Peace

Hi everyone, wattpad seems to hate me today. I just spent forever trying to publish this chapter which I had to write twice because I accidentally deleted it just before I wanted to publish it the first time. I have now spent four hours on this chapter and I really hope you like it. :) Please let me know if you think that what happens in this chapter feels too rushed or too early, I really value your opinions (I left a comment at the bottom which kind of explains some things). All the love, Summer xxx

The next morning, I woke up with my head resting on Louis' naked chest with our legs intertwined. The last thing I remembered was watching Grease with Louis on the sofa, so I assumed he must have carried me into my bedroom. "Morning, love." Louis' hoarse morning voice greeted me and I shifted slightly to see him looking down at me with a fond smile on his face, which I returned. "Morning." He pressed a light kiss to my lips before he poked my nose. "Oi, stop doing that!" I whined and he chuckled, as I hid my face behind my pillow. "But you look so adorable when you scrunch up your face like that." I glared at him and then groaned and let myself fall back into my pillow, pulling the duvet over my head.

"Ugh, I just wanna stay in bed all day, but I have to evaluate my research, especially those interview recordings I did last week." Louis' head poked over the edge of the duvet, his blue eyes twinkling with mischief. "We could stay in bed all day? Together?" He wiggled his eyebrows and I chuckled but shook my head. "I have to study, sorry." He pouted and then started laughing when my stomach rumbled loudly. "Come on, love, let's feed you and then I'll leave after breakfast." He climbed out of my bed and pulled his jeans over his legs, before holding out his hand for me. With a sigh, I swung my legs over the edge of my bed and pulled a hoodie over my pyjamas, before taking his hand. On my way out, I grabbed my long-forgotten phone from my night stand and followed Louis into the kitchen.

When I unlocked my phone, I saw that I had received six missed calls from Louis and four text messages. I opened the ones from Louis which asked me to call him back as soon as I read this and then noticed that the fourth one was from Ed Sheeran. I squeaked and waved my phone through the air, making Louis look up from his own. "Ed Sheeran sent me a text!" Louis grinned at my behaviour and tapped something on his phone. With trembling hands, I opened the text message and my mouth fell open. "Ed Sheeran has invited me TO HIS BIRTHDAY PARTY!" I squealed and burst out into tears making Louis laugh. He was now filming me, but I was too excited to care. "Oh My God. My life is now complete. I can now happily die." I wiped away the tears and sent Louis and his camera a stern look. "Put the damn phone down, Tomlinson."

To my surprise he obeyed and wiped his eyes as well. "That was so worth waiting for. You are such a fangirl, Claire, I love you." My head snapped up and my eyes went wide. I stared at Louis who seemed to realise what he had just said and visibly paled and then blushed. "What did you just say?" I managed to croak out. "You are such a fangirl?" Louis asked, but I shook my head. "No, I mean the bit after that." With two big steps he was in front of me. Gently, he cupped my face with his hands and carefully stroked my cheek with his thumb. "Shit, I wasn't planning on saying it this way. I was going for something a bit more romantic because that's what you deserve, Claire." His blue eyes were burning into mine and I had trouble forming a coherent sentence.

"How would you have said it?" I asked him breathlessly and I saw him gulp, before he replied. "I would have done something special, definitely more romantic." He gave me a lopsided smile and bit his lip. My knees were feeling like they would give in under my weight at any second, but somehow I managed to stay somewhat stable. "I love you, Claire. I love the fact that you are always hungry. I love the look on your face when you concentrate really hard and the way your face lights up when you have found the solution to a problem. I love how passionate you can get about random TV shows and your favourite musicians." He smirked down at me and I blushed even more if that was humanly possible.