How It Starts (Louis Tomlinson)

Chapter 8

His lips are harsh against mine and I feel my most private area dampen. I can't find my voice to tell him that I've missed him too. His hips are pushing me further into the door. If it wasn't so solid my ass print would be indented into the structure.

His lips leave mine to touch my chin, neck and chest. Leaving hot kisses where he left them and ecstasy in my body. A sudden intake of breathe is heard and I'm not sure if it came from me or him.

He quickly grabs my thighs wrapping me around his waist. A giggle escapes and he peers through thick lashes.

"Something funny?" His features are soft and his lips are wide revealing a smile.

"No." I shake my head. I try to not smile but I fail horribly. I am still wrapped around his waist my hands resting on his shoulders. He continues to smile at me and backs away from the door. He sits onto the bed and I bend my knees to each side of him.

"I missed you a lot today. Took everything in me not to tell Asia to scram." he jokes.

"Aww, I missed you too." I kiss his nose and he closes his eyes from the contact.

"What'd you buy today?" He asks me.

"Well, I got the jeans, shorts and bikini. You've already seen those. I bought a few shirts and and some other things. What about you?"

He goes on to tell me everything he's bought and I listen. I admire his enthusiasm and gleeful explanation. He makes everything sound more interesting than it really is.

"What's your favorite color?" He asks me. I like this question. We sort of skipped this part.

"Peach. Yours?"

"Peach? Blue. Favorite quote?" He goes on to ask.

"Be who you are and say what you feel, because those who mind don't matter and those who matter don't mind. From the wonderful and brilliant mind of Dr.Seuss." I laugh a little and so does he.

"I thought you were going to quote someone like a philosopher or Shakespeare."

"Hey, Dr. Seuss was a genius."

"I'll accept it." he laughs. "What do you want to do in college?"

"I'm going to a film school. I want to be an actress."

"What did you do at school?"

"I never really finished. I left to join a band." He tells me.

"Really, a band? Do you play?"

"Keyboard and vocals babe." he smiles proudly.

"That's quite the multitasking." I praise. "What's the name of this band?" I shift my position to sit Indian styled across from him. He shifts to do the same.

"We're called Internal Wager. There's five of us. We rotate vocals. Zayn does base guitar, Niall does guitar as well. Liam is on drums and Harry is our lead singer." he huffed after the mention of Harry . and continues. "He can also play guitar. Mainly, acoustic for the band."

"Why are you here? Why aren't you with your band?" I want to ask him about his past relationship but I don't. This band has peeked my curiosity.

"We're taking a break. Everyone needed time away from each other to do different things. I am to return to England in August."

"August?" My eyebrows knit together.

He looks at me and starts to speak.

"I don't want to discuss it. Let's just see how we feel in August." I smile. It's better this way. Talking about it will just complicate things.