Rocks (Louis Tomlinson)

Five.

Five.

Louis parked his car in my driveway and together we walked inside my house. I reach up to wipe some fallen hair out of my face, and I quickly yank my hand away when it touches my hair. My hair isn't that greasy, but it still bothers me more than I'd like to admit.

"I'm going to shower, you can hang out in my room" I tell Louis. I wish I wouldn't have invited him over until later so I would be able to shower without him a room away.

Louis and I walk up to my bedroom and he takes a seat on my bed while I scurry in to the connected bathroom. Once inside I turn on the water and step in to the hot embrace.

***

When I finish my shower, and am very happy with how fresh and clean I feel, I wrap myself in my towel and reach over to the toilet where I placed my clean clothes earlier. I desperately wish I would have had Louis come over later due to my love for air drying, but because he is already here and only a short distance away from me I quickly dry myself off and put on my clothes and underwear. I decided there was no need to put on real clothes as it was already eight PM so I am just wearing short plaid pajama pants and a baseball tee.

I exit the bathroom to find Louis sitting on my bed staring at the ceiling. When he notices my presence in the room he looks over at me and smiles, then sits up on my bed.

"Come sit with me" Louis invites me over.

I stroll over to him and take a seat on the right side of him on the bed, making sure to keep a comfortable distance between us. Even though I just met Louis, I feel like I've known him forever. I used to think when people said that they were just over exaggerating, but I really mean it this time. There was something effervescent about him, humor danced in his eyes and his smile could brighten anyone's day. He had some sort of light aura around him, an inner élan.

I like to think I have the same presence, I don't think I cause a lot of drama and I don't get very sad that often. The last time I remember I cried was when I found out Ryan was cheating on me, I mean he took my virginity for god's sake. However, the way I see it virginity is not that big of a deal anymore. My parents knew I was sleeping with him and my dad was not very happy with it. My mom didn't really care. I am over Ryan.

Louis and I sit in silence for a while before he finally speaks up.

"Are you tired?" He asks.

"Yeah" I guess Louis could tell my eyelids were drooping dangerously low.

"You can go to sleep if you want, I can go home" He offers.

"No stay here" I beg, sounding more pathetic then I did in my mind.

"Alright, but you still need to go to sleep"

"Fine"

I lift up the duvet and crawl under the blankets with Louis still next to me. I snuggle in to my pillow and turn to face Louis, who is looking out the window.

"Tell me a story" I say.

"Am I so boring that I put you to sleep?" Louis grins.

"No, I like your accent."

"Yeah okay sure, what story?"

"Tell me what it was like back in England."

And for the next few minutes before I fall asleep, he does just that.

***

When I wake up in the morning, I roll over and bump in to something beside me. I groggily look up and my eyes focus on a man in my bed. Startled, I scurry away from him which ends in me falling off the bed screaming. I look back up at him, only to realize it was just Louis who had fallen sleep. I press my hands to my face in a desperate attempt to hide my embarrassment.

"Good morning to you too" Louis says.

Oh my god, his morning voice is heaven. I want him to keep talking before it goes away. I want to catch it in a jar and whenever I am feeling lonely I could open the lid and his captured words would spill out in to my ear. I might sell them for a profit, and then pay Louis to fall asleep and wake up so he will have that voice. I could start a business.

"Hi" I say, my voice coming out in a whisper. "Did you hear my mom come home last night?"

"Yeah I heard her put her keys on the counter and go right down stairs. She must have been pretty tired. I hope you don't mind that I spent the night, I didn't have the energy to go home" Louis says.

"It's fine. I'm glad you stayed over" I attempt to flirt.

"Where's the bathroom?" He asks.

"Over there" I point across the room.

Louis gets up and walks in to the bathroom, and I crawl back on to my bed. So much for flirting.

After Louis is finished doing his business, he decides to go home. His 'mum' is probably worried about him. I let him go, trying my best not to be clingy. However, before he left he did hug my goodbye. I do with it would have been a goodbye kiss though.

I really do feel clingy and desperate around him. He makes my thoughts go blank and all I want to do is be closer with him. I don't think he sees me as anything other than a friend and that drives me crazy. Maybe I should give him some time and see if he comes to me instead of me going to him. I can't stop thinking about the first night I met him. I don't want to be one of those girls who doesn't know what life is like without a boy and neglects everything else just to be with him. That's the last thing I want to do. I slowly feel myself wanting more and more of him and that kind of scares me. Honestly, I feel like I'm just throwing myself at him and getting nothing in return, and that needs to stop.

I lie in my bed and stare at the ceiling a little more before eventually falling back asleep.

Author's Note

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