-----Violet's P.O.V.-----
"And that's when she stopped me. Thank God she did." Louis sighed, raking his hands through his already messed up hair.
"Don't touch!" I snap jokingly, pushing his hands away from his head which currently rested in my lap. He obeyed, laying his hands on his stomach obediantly and letting out a deep sigh. I continued to smooth his hair down and play with pieces of it gently. "I can't believe any of that happened with Kylie. I thought you guys hated each other." Louis groaned, obiously not wanting to talk about it, but I gave him a look he couldn't resist giving in to. I gazed down at him, our eyes meeting as I pulled lightly at his hair, giving a small but noticible smile to him.
"It sounds dumb, but I thought if I was near Kylie I woluld feel like I was near you. You know? Because you two spend so much time toether I just figured....ugh." he reached up once again to touch his hair but I grabbed his hand before he could even touch it.
"No." I giggle as he grabs my hand, forcing me to intertwine fingers with him. It was a cute guesture, causing me to blush because what would life be if I didnt make everything awkward and blush all the time? He looked up and me, and then back at our hand, his expression surprisingly calm. He stared at our hands for a moment before releasing his hand from mine. For a second I paniced, thinking he didn't want to hold my hand, or he realized that he actually didn't like me. My mind went through all the possibilites (the worst ones only of course). What if he realized that Kylie was better than I was? He realized that he liked Kylies sister? He suddenly thought he was gay because I'm so nasty?! I was so consumed in these thoughts that I didn't notice the fact that he was now sitting up, starin at me with a concerned look.
"Are you okay? What did I do?" Louis asked, taking my hand back in his. I was still running through possible cenarios, and didn't answer. But I snapped out of my terror when I noticed him urgently moving closer, forcing his lips onto mine. I kissed back, but rougher, and urgently. I was looking for some sign that he really did want me. I wanted to feel loved. Not like he liked someone else or had any doubts. And then I did feel it. Something about the way he was kissing me felt as urgent as my kissing. He was looking for the same thing. That's when it clicked in my head, that he probably had felt that same way I had. I was with Luke, kissing Luke, and actually liking Luke. So instead of looking for a sign that he really did want ME, I showed him that I really wanted HIM. I kissed slower, yet more powerfully. I felt him practically relax, pulluing me into his arms. I sat comfortably in his lap, feet to the side danging off his lap and turning me head to the side so the kiss wouldn't break. I could feel his hands lowering dangerously close to the bottom of my shirt, but I actually didn't care. I would have let him take it off, and probably more. In fact I wanted it. I wanted it like nothing I had ever wanted before, so badly. But he broke the kiss, and looked back into my eyes, the same calm and solem way he had a few minutes ago. "I love you." he said in one big breath, before pushing his lips back into mine, not even giving me time to say it back, which I would have. But he wasn't letting me out of the kiss.
"I love you." I mumbled against his lips, hoping he got the message, while lying me down on the carpet. He parted our lips, now hovering over me, biting his lip ring in a giant smile.
"I....I know this is awkward....but do youy mind if I take the lip ring off before it gets any....farther?" I could see the slight blush across his cheeks (which was RARELY ever there) and nodded, happier than ever.
-----Marcel's P.O.V.-----
I clutched the flowers in my hand terrified. I couldn't believe I was actually on her door step, holding the flowers, and about to ring her doorbell. I had thought out this moment for years. Planned eveything I was going to say ages ago, and now it was actually happening. Never in a million years did I think that after silently staring at her all those days at lunch and not saying a thing, I would be actually doing what I had wanted to since who knows how long ago. I took a few more shakey breath, reaching for the doorbell and focing myself to hit it. I hit it! Hearing the doorbell echo in the house. My heart was beating out of my chest. What was I thinking?! I couldn't do this! I paniced, dropping the flowers out of shaking so hard and darting off to the side of the house. Once I was out of sight and heard the door open I peaked out from beyond the house, watching her pick up the flowers. She looked confused, and kind of sad, but picked them up and shut the door after looking around and not seeing me. Maybe another day would be my day. One day I knew Kylie and I would be together.
Okay this chapter is short and crappy and late and I'm sorry :( -unionvampsos1D (Gabby)
