Mr. & Mrs. Tomlinson

♥ Chapter 8 ♥

CHAPTER 8: AND HERE I THOUGHT HE ACTUALLY CARES FOR ME. DOUCHE. 

"Louis, you are such a pain in the ass," I said, panting really hard. I stopped chasing him because it seemed like never ending.

"I know.." he replied sarcastically. No matter how much I wanna lounge on him right now, all my energy's wasted. Fuck, I was supposed to be in bed at this moment, just savoring the the feeling of numbness in my sleep.

"Where the hell are we?" I snapped. He was just sitting down on the pavement, idling.

"I don't know. If you didn't waste your time chasing me, we could've figured out our way back." he grumbled. Oh so now he was blaming me that we got lost.

"You said you knew where you were going! Don't blame this on me, Tomlinson," I hissed. My fists were clenched to my side, ready to punch him first.

"You were being such an ass, Ms. Bell. I was this close to figuring out where we were, then you just had to chase me to death!" he gritted.

The guts of this guy is really the size of America, yeh know. And I just really wanna shrink it all to the size of Taiwan. Ugh! Why do I have such an ego inflated husband?!

"You said we were LOST!" I practically spatted right on his face.

"Just.. ugh! Shut up! Okay?!" he jolted up. Fisting a bunch of his hair and groaned in irritation.

Why did he have to be such a douche? One minute, he was being sweet by singing to me then the next thing, he'd turn into this irritant that always crawled up my skin like some freakin' insect.

Seriously?

"Let's get inside that shop," he pointed to the opposite way. I grumbled under my breath, following his tall form.

"It's a tattoo shop," I gasped. Was this some kind of a sign? Was I really meant to have one?

"We're just gonna ask for directions," he pushed the door open and to my surprise, he pulled me against his chest to the point that I could hardly breathe.

"Just stay close to me," he instructed. Alright, I don't his point. AT ALL.

He went up the counter and began speaking in Italian. Surely, my mouth was hanging open as usual, I never knew he could speak Italian and he's just visited this country once. Wow. Should I know anything more about my husband?

I was looking at the surroundings and it was weird. W.E.I.R.D. All the bigs guys were looking at me with what looked like a gun but it was actually the thing they use for drawing the tattoo. And they were smiling at me, looking like a rapist.

Louis' grip on me tightened and that's when I saw the guy he was talking to was holding out a real gun. I gasped in shock and the next thing that was happening was me and Louis actually running out. Again.

"Run as fast as you can!" he hollered. He was ahead of me but was still holding my hand tight. I wish I was born with longer legs.

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"What happened back there?" I asked, panting really hard. This seemed like deja vu.

"Nothing.." he immediately waved me off. I recognized the street we were on. I think, and I'm hoping to be right, that this is the way back to our Hotel.

"C'mon, we're getting near." he ordered. I just didn't say anything since something was clearly bugging him.

We just walked in silence until we reached our room.

"I'll just take a shower," he said. I was supposed to say something like 'kay, but then he already slammed the bathroom door shut.

"Ohkayy.." I mumbled. I quickly changed into my boxers, not minding to change my shirt.

Before I was able to sleep, I contemplated on how weird Louis' mood swings are. And how long was I going to endure that? Oh right, for about two years. Ugh! This is so fucking crazy.

The bed weighed down a little and not long enough, I felt Louis' presence beside me.

"Care to tell me what happened back there?" I tried asking. It was kind of distracting since he smelled like lavender..

Wait.. that smell is oddly familiar.

"Did you use my necessities?!"

"Woman! What's with you shrieking at me all the time?!" he groaned in irritation, burrying his face on the pillow.

"Why did you use my lavender bath soap?" I gritted my teeth.

"I ran out of mint, okay? Jeez," he grumbled.

"Whatever, we're going grocery tomorrow so you won't have to use my lavender,"

"There's a cafe down the street, Ms. Bell. Besides, there's no need for grocery, it's not like you'll use the whole bottle anyway,"

"Ugh!" I twisted to the other side.

"The Italian dude wanted you in exchange for directions," he said.

This made me turn around to face him. He had his arms behind his neck, looking up at the ceiling.

"Thank you," I breathed out.

I think it's good to know that Louis somehow cares for me. Or maybe he's just obliged to. But he still deserved a 'thank you' even though he freakin' used my lavender bath soap. I'll still get to him on that one.

"I can't just allow that now, could I?" he faced me, arching an eyebrow.

"Why?"

"Because, this marriage thing keeps me responsible of you," he looked away, sighing.

And here I thought he actually cares for me. Douche.

"Whatever,"

I turned around to my side and just as I drifted off to sleep, I heard Louis say something like, 'if you only knew'.

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