It Started with Twitter (A Louis Tomlinson Fan fiction)

Chapter 6

I woke up to hear Louis softly singing Your Song by Elton John and playing with my hair.

"Good morning" he cooed as I opened my eyes

"That morning voice" I smiled

"Your beauty," he kissed my hand

"It's radiating" he smiled as me

"Your warm" I snuggled more to his bare chest

"Your hot too love" he chuckled and I could feel it vibrate through his body

"I like you tattoos" I said as I traced them with my finger

"Have you ever thought about getting one?" he asked

"Yeah, but I'm not old enough yet... I'll have to wait a few weeks" I shrug

"We could do that on your birthday" he rubbed my back

"Yeah, I'd like that" I grinned

"What do you want?" he asked

"I want a music note on my lower back or a cross on my ankle" I traced his abs unaware of what they were until I was done

"How about both?" he asked

"Maybe" I bit my lip

"Sorry!" I giggled

"It's nine, how about we go to the princess breakfast and then head to the castle?" he looked at the clock

"alright let me get ready" I got up and walked to the bathroom to get my make up bag

"No make up today, please?" he walked to the door

"Why not?" I asked

"Your prettier without it" he took the bag

"What about just lip gloss?" I asked

"No, your killing me enough with the lip biting" he mumbled

"Why are you so worried about what's on my lips?" I chuckled and smuggled a my red Chanel lip gloss stain

"Don't you dare" he narrowed his eyes

"And if I do?" I cocked an eyebrow

"Your driving me insane already, stop drawing attention to your lips" he sighed frustrated

"Then give me my mascara and eye liner" I smirked

"Fine" he said as we did our trade off

"Now I'll draw attention to my eyes, happy?" I giggled

"You have no idea" he bit his lip, God he looks so hot like that

"Stop biting your lip" I got frustrated

"You see my point" he stepped closer

"What are we doing" I laughed

"We are ridiculous over lip bitting" I giggled

"But when you do it... never mind" he sighed and ran a hand through his hair

"Why does it annoy you so much?" I wrapped my arms around his neck

"It's torture" he pouted

"Why? Do I look unattractive?" I tilted my head

"No! You look adorable it's just I have the urge to-" he stopped himself from finishing

"The urge to what?" I bit my lip on purpose

"Dammit, please stop..." he begged and closed his eyes