Like Shards Of Glass (A Louis Tomlinson fan fiction)

Chapter 4

Chapter 4

            Waking up to a near stranger in your bed is always scary, especially when that stranger is Louis Tomlinson. He was already awake, and for some unknown reason, he had been staring at me, which had in turn, stirred me awake.

            “Morning, sleeping beauty,” Louis said, his voice slightly scratchy from sleep.

            I raised a brow. “Don’t you dare get all flirty with me in my bed. I will have to push you out onto the floor.”

            “Oooo, feisty.” Louis wiggled his eyebrows, leading me into an endless bout of giggles.

            “Freak.” I lightly slapped his chest and sat up, rubbing the sleep from my eyes. “So what does Mr. Popstar have to do today,” I asked.

            Louis shrugged. “Nothing so far. No one has called me or texted me, so I assume we have nothing going on today.”

            I nodded. “That’s good.” I shucked my covers off of me and went over to my dresser, pulling out clothes for the day. “I’m going to take a shower. If you find something that fits you in here, go ahead and wear it,” I offered, walking out and into the bathroom.

            I set my clothes on the toilet lid, grabbed a towel and washcloth out of the cabinet, stripped, and got in the shower. It didn’t take me long to wash my body, shave, and wash my hair, for it was only fifteen minute later I was out of the shower. I dried off, put lotion on my legs, and got dressed. I sort of felt like a slob for what I was wearing considering Louis was here, but if he couldn’t handle me wearing this, then that would give me the answer to my unwanted thoughts of him: It wasn’t going to happen.

            I exited the bathroom after I had brushed my teeth and walked out to the kitchen, my stomach leading the way as I was oh-so starved. I found Louis sitting on a barstool at the island, sipping what looked like tea.

            “What would you like to eat,” I asked, moving over to the fridge to raid it. Looking inside, I pulled out a carton of eggs, milk, and cheese. I was going to have some scrambled eggs whether he liked it or not.

            “Whatever you’re having is fine,” Louis said, lightly sipping his tea. “I made you some tea, too. It’s in the microwave. I didn’t know how you liked it, so I didn’t put anything in it.”

            I smiled thankful he had made me some. “Thank you, Lou. I’m having scrambled eggs. Does that work for you?”

            Louis got up and moved over to the counter where I was mixing the small dab of milk and the eggs. “What all do you put in them?”

            I looked up at him, noticing how close he was standing to me. It was making my thoughts become mush, but I pushed through, able to answer his question. “Salt, pepper, cheese, and a dab of milk. I like mine with a lot of pepper. I’ll ease up on the pepper if you don’t like that,” I said.

            Louis nodded. “Yeah, not so much pepper.”

            “Okay,” I agreed. I poured the mixture into the skillet I had set on the stove, the butter already melted. I was quick to add the salt, pepper, and the cheese, stirring everything together, waiting for it to come together so I could flip it. “You really don’t have anything to do today?” I turned so my body was facing him, waiting for his answer.

            Louis raised an eyebrow. “Already trying to get rid of me?” I shook my head. I would never kick him out of my house. “Well, to answer your question, we’re on break for three months. I may get a call to come in and record something though. We’re working on our fourth album now.”