Over Again

Sieben // Seven

Melanie couldn't remember who the singer was, but Louis didn't mind because it made him happy enough that she had managed to remember the name of the song. He had told her she'd find out by herself eventually whose song it was, so she dropped it as well and didn't question it any further.

The days passed by way too quickly for both Louis and Melanie's liking and it was almost time for him to leave again.

The night before Thursday, Melanie woke up around four am. Louis's arm was wrapped around her waist, holding onto her tightly. Her back was pressed against the male's chest and she could feel it fall and rise with every breath he took. Their legs were a mix of limbs, entangled underneath the blanket and she felt too hot and also a bit suffocated.

Her eyes widened when she realised what position they were in and she felt a little uncomfortable but at the same time she didn't mind too much. She wasn't sure if this was a normal thing between 'only friends' but she sort of doubted it. Also, she needed to pee and it was way too hot for her so she needed to get out of his arms.

When she tried to free herself, his grip only tightened and she sighed deeply because now she had to wake him up. She shook her shoulders a bit, feeling his face hiding in the crook of her neck and his breaths caused her to shiver ever so slightly. "Louis," she whispered as to not wake him up too quickly and startle him. "Louis, wake up."

He stirred a bit and moved even closer and the girl was feeling a bit helpless. "Lou, wake up," she whispered and shook her shoulders again.

He hummed with closed lips and suddenly she felt him pulling his head back before he pressed a kiss to her shoulder, "Hey," he whispered and kissed her shoulder blade again.

"Louis," she choked out breathlessly because she had never felt anyone's lips on her body - or at least not that she would know of - so this was a little weird. "What are you doing?"

He tensed behind her and suddenly he un-entangled their legs and removed his arm from around her before he lie flat on his back. "Sorry," he whispered.

She stumbled out of the bed and as soon as she was out of the room, Louis whispered a quiet, "Fuck," and ran a hand over his face. He hadn't been quite there yet when she woke him up and it must have been a force of habit as he started pressing kisses to her body, like he used to do sometimes when they woke up together. He knew he had to keep this up for her sake and he seemed to fail when he was asleep. He knew he couldn't control himself when he slept but he still was sort of mad at himself because he was scared it was awkward now.

Melanie came back into the room then. Since she was sleeping on the left side, which was directly at the wall, and Louis was sleeping on the right, which was the only way to get into bed, she had to crawl over him in order to get back onto her spot.

"I had a dream, I'm sorry," he whispered and realised he wasn't even lying. He had dreamt of her regaining her memory and then they had ended up kissing before she'd woken him up.

"Of her?" Melanie whispered. She still didn't know the name of the girl Louis was so madly in love with but she felt bad for him because he obviously couldn't let go of her. She pitied him and wanted to help but he just lie there, staring at the ceiling.

He nodded his head as a response to her question and she sighed. "Sorry," she whispered and lie down again as well, her back facing the wall so she could look at Louis, even though he still stared at the ceiling, seemingly lost in his thoughts. Then he turned around and faced her too and for a second his beauty in the darkness took her breath away. He was seriously one of the most handsome men she had ever seen.

"It's not your fault," Louis whispered and yawned tiredly. "Let's go back to sleep, yeah?"

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