Glare

Chapter 11.

"Louis, Elizabeth time for dinner." Mrs. Tomlinson called. Louis pulled his lips from mine. I looked into his eyes. They seemed to have a sort of 'fire' or desire. I liked it. He smirked.

"Damn, you're a good kisser." Louis licked his lips. I laughed. I lead the way down the stairs. My hand was in Louis's. I was holding tightly. After we got to the bottom of the stairs I let him take the lead. As we walked down a narrow hall way filled with pictures of creepy old people. They must be the Tomlinson ancestors. All of them had the same blue eyes as Louis, and had cheekbones to match. Louis lead us to the dinning room. There was a table, that would fit about twenty people and more, a fire place that lit up the whole room, and a big diamond chandler. Beautiful, the diamonds where heart shaped. I saw that Mr. Tomlinson was telling Greg about how he got that for Mrs. Tomlinson on Valentines day. Louis was still holding my hand as we walked closer to our parents. I slid my hand away from his as we all sat down. Mr. Tomlinson slide out his beautiful wife's chair for her. Greg probably felt low, but he did the same for mum.

"Tonight we are having Royal Ossestra Caviar, it's Maine Sea Urchin, White Truffle, "Sablé" and Sicilian Pistachio." Mrs. Tomlinson smiled. I've never heard of this kind of food, ever.

"Sounds great." Mr. Tomlinson said, poring rum into his and Greg's glasses.

"While the food is preparing, we're going up to the balcony." Mr. Tomlinson said, getting up. Everyone followed his lead. It was just me, and Louis. Alone, again. Louis was right next to me. He placed his hand on my neck. His lips touched my neck. As soon as that happened a light moan slipped from my throat escaping my lips. He bit hard, my skin grew hot. I knew it would leave a hickey. But I didn't care. I ran my hands through Louis's hair and pulled, lightly. Louis lifted his head and placed his lips on mine. His cold metal lip ring laid against my lips. I loved it. I heard foot steps coming from the hallway. We gathered ourselves. Louis pulled some hair out of my bun to cover my love mark.

"Sorry if you get I'm trouble for that." He smirked. Louis brought his face it mine. "That mark shows that you are mine, all mine" he growled. There was passion in his voice. The words he said just didn't agree with me, all his? What? I heard laughing from the hallways. It was close.

"Do you think they will notice?" My heart started racing. I started to realize that I had a make-out session with Louis. I hated him though. Or do I?

"I don't even see it anymore, I can cover stuff really well." Louis's lips where in a straight line now. I nodded.

"Dinner is now ready." Mr. Tomlinson entering the group into the dinning room.

All of us sat and ate. I didn't eat much, I wasn't hungry. I was busy thinking why I kissed Louis. Why did I let him kiss me? I could of stopped, but his lips. Are soft, and smooth. I loved the feeling of when his hands touched me. Wait, no. I shouldn't be thinking these kinds of things.

"Thank you so much for having us over, and for cooking us this lovely meal." Mum said, I said the same thing. Mrs. Tomlinson hugged me like I was a long lost friend. Her warm baby smooth skin laid against my bare skin. I waved to Mr. Tomlinson, and there was Louis hiding. He smirked and pointed at my neck. I slowly placed a hand over the mark, and looked down. Now he's going to say stuff about that. Just more things to fun of. Also he is going to think he can call me Elizabeth, even though he already does.

The handsome Scottish man walked over and handed us the keys.

"Have a nice evening." He bowed.

"You to." I smiled. He waved as we slammed the doors.

Driving home was torture, my thoughts and memories brought me to hell. But I couldn't help imagine Louis's lips upon mine. I placed my finger on my lip. I shook my head, trying to shake myself out of this. He has complete control over me. If I just don't look into his eyes I won't loose control. But maybe that isn't the issue.