Park Benches (EDITING)

twenty-six

twenty-six

 

 

Charlotte’s POV

           

            Both Louis and I had relocated back inside, eager to get out of the cold. This time he was making the tea for us while I lay lazily on my bed, blankets tied in knots around me. Despite Louis’s remarks about how I looked fine to him I fixed myself up a bit. I touched up my face a bit, brushed my hair and pulled it out of its pony, and popped a few mints. When I returned to Louis I only claimed that I’d brushed my hair because I’d be lecture after lecture if I didn’t. Good thing boys never notice small details.

            As tightened myself in the covers the kettle cried bloody murder sending Louis awake and jumping to his feet. He had started to doze off against my refrigerator; he looked cute and vulnerable when he slept. “Tea is ready!” His deep sleepy voice called as he poured the steaming liquid into two mugs I’d somehow picked up during my days here. Suddenly I wished I had sprung for teacups instead of mugs with zoo animals, but I really enjoyed my lions and giraffes.

            Louis handed me the giraffe one and took the zebra one, as if he was reading my mind. He took small, slow sips as he cuddled up alongside of me, his heavy eyelids quivering. “Being a Brit you would make better tea than me.” I chuckled and let the mug sent warmth throughout my body.

            “Mhm, yeah,” Louis yawned and he began to slowly rock back and forth. His hair was falling heavily over his face so I gently pushed it away; he didn’t even notice.

            “Louis,” I kindly prodded his arm.

            “Yep?” His voice sprung awake for that brief moment and his lips smacked together a few times.

            “I don’t want to sound forward on anything, but would you like to stay the night?” My eyes fell down to my mug, watching my fingers play with the handle.

            It took him a few moments to respond, “I…I don’t think that’s a good idea Char.” His fingers began to mimic mine, playing awkwardly with his mug.

            “Okay, it’s just you seem awfully tired. I mean, you were just slumped against my fridge snoring!”

            “Alright, I’ll stay…but don’t get any ideas. Those hands better be kept to yourself.” He winked and then continued to slurp away the rest of the tea before attempting to get comfortable beneath he sheets.

            “God,” I muttered before taking the finishing sip from my mug. As I set my cup down on my nightstand I got a good look at Louis. His eyes were shut and he looked peaceful and vulnerable again. “Who would’ve thought that I, Charlotte Anne Decker, would have Louis Tomlinson in my bed?” I exclaimed with such a sarcastic manner, trying to hold back my laughter.

            Opening one of his eyes, Louis peeked at me and on his face grew a smirk. “Who would’ve thought that you’d be snogging him too?” Louis threw his arms around my waist and pulled me towards him, letting our lips meet and our limbs tangle.

            “What…happened to keeping…your hands…to yourself?” I managed to inquire when our lips broke apart. It obvious was not the time to be asking questions, but I was always wary while kissing him.

            Louis pulled back and looked at me with the largest of grins, “Well darling, that was only meant for you.” His hand gripped tightly on my curve, sending a wave of pain through my abdomen.

            “Ow!” I yelped, jerking away from Louis. A few days prior I had rammed my hip right into a sturdy piece of furniture, which had left the sorest of bruises.

            “Babe I’m so sorry!” Louis reached over to me ready to kiss the pain away.

            “Lou, its fine, but I think we should both get some rest.” Louis didn’t necessarily agree, but he began to reposition himself and so did I. 

            Louis rolled over to face me although I was faced his opposite. He pulled me into him, gently hugging my waist and kissing my neck. “Goodnight. I’m sorry for hurting you.” His kissed my neck one last time and then was silent.

            My body subconsciously snuggled back into him, “Louis, will you sing me to sleep?”

            There was no response, but than a low agreement noise followed by a whispery voice singing the beginning to what I recognized as Sweater Weather by The Neighbourhood, one of my favorite songs.

“All I am is a man

I want the world in my hands

I hate the beach

But I stand

In California with my toes in the sand

Use the sleeves of my sweater”

            Louis’s voice was like nirvana; it wrapped around my ears and bore deeply into my mind. There was something different about Louis’s voice, when I heard it all I could imagine was sitting across from him at a coffee shop back in Maine with a couple of books piled on the table. His voice was…comforting. Somehow it was sweet and light, like a child’s voice with some grown male heaviness. Hearing Louis’s hushed singing voice made me never want to leave this bed…never want to leave his arm. All I ever wanted to do in my life was to be in Louis Tomlinson’s arms and have him sing me sweet songs forever.

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The BEST thing happened today! So all the power went out in my school and our radtastic principal just let the school leave. So you many thank my principal for this update, which I’m SO sorry is so short. Kind of a mild filler, but cutesy.

Oh and don't you love the new radtastic cover I made. I don't know. I kind of like it better than the old one.

Song attached on side!  Along with a cute gif!

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