I looked at a sleeping Louis, who after I had introduced him and showed him around, had decided to take a nap. He looked damn adorable, with his blue eyes closed lightly, small sleepy moans escaping his lips. I smiled at him and his adorable innocence.
What? ADORABLE?! I am STRAIGHT!!!!!!!!
Like a... an arm or something... Or a ski... or a tree...
You know what I'm getting at.
So I tore my eyes away from his bed and focused on my desk, where I had been writing a new song, called What Makes You Beautiful. It was ridiculous. I guess I just wanted somebody to love. Somebody to care for.
Someone who cares for me.
Like that's going to happen. I'm just dirt. Crazy dirt. Like, literally crazy. Not...
Louis stirred. I snapped my eyes from What Makes You Beautiful to him. He was mumbling something about Eleanor.
Great.
To think I even liked him was insane. But now he's talking about some girl, probably who's a gorgeous model or an American spy.
Either way, I didn't like him.
