Falling for a killer//l.t

Change of mind

Roses POV

I wrapped the towel around my petite frame, trapping out the old air. The walk to my bedroom seemed longer now I was shivering and wanting to get there more.

I finally reached the door that held years worth of memories, good and bad, behind it. I gently traced my fingers across the small dents made for decoration before pushing the door open.

Quickly stepping inside, I shut the door behind me and went to get clothes.

Pulling open the draw where my T-shirts usually lived, I came across nothing. I was utterly confused until I remembered the big wash I did this morning, meaning I left my clothes in the dryer, in the kitchen, where Louis probably is.

"Crap" I muttered under my Breath, not wanting to take any risk in running into Louis, I pulled out fresh undergarments and joggers I luckily didn't wash and started searching random draws for a top.

I finally found a plain black tshirt, pulling it over my head almost immediately. My hair was tied up into a pony tail and fluffy socks adorned my feet.

My feet carried me down the stairs and into the kitchen to see Louis' back, bare back. When a groan of annoyance was released, I quickly clamped my hand over my mouth, hoping he didn't hear. It's not my fault, I'm trying to get over everything with him but he has to go frolicking around with no shirt on!

Just like I didn't want, he swiftly turned around, his eyes firstly going to my eyes but soon snapping down to my chest.

I shifted uncomfortably under his gaze.

He must of noticed my awkwardness "that's my shirt" he explained making me nod my head.

"I can go change if-"

"Nah, it's ok it looks nice on you" he shrugged before turning back around to face whatever he was cooking.

"It's pasta" he said cooly.

"Didn't we talk about you not reading my mind" I teased.

He chuckled slightly.

"Oh yeah, sorry I forget"

I know I didn't want to feel anything towards him and i wanted to move on but it's still hard to see him being all nervous and quiet. I'll always prefer normal Louis, happy, funny and sarcastic. The more I think the more I realise that one day I will have to forgive him, as hard as that sounds. He's trying to move forward and work things out but I'm not helping him at all when I should be. Even though i could try and move on, I'm his mate so he wouldn't even consider it.

I sucked a sharp breath through my teeth.

"I forgive you" I mumbled quickly.

"Huh?"

"I forgive you, I know you killing me was bad but you couldn't really help it and all this time you we're trying to make things better whilst I was pushing you further away when I should of helped aswell, I'm sorry for being a total umpteen bitch" I let out a long sigh, a weight felt like it had been lifted off my shoulders. Yet I was nervous for his reply.

Before I knew it, his soft lips were attached to mine.

His tongue glided along my bottom lip, my body responded immediately, giving access to his warm tongue.

Our bodies slowly started to reverse until my back hit the nearest wall. His rough hands left my waist and planted themselves on the wall beside my head. He rolled his hips against my own, a soft moan being passed from my mouth to his. I wrapped my legs around his waist letting his strong arms catch me. My fingers twisted the hair on the nape of his neck, slightly tugging it every now and again.

He carried me to the couch, softly placing me down, only breaking the kiss when his masculine body crawled on top of mine, his lips came in contact with my neck, he planted kisses that turned into slight bites. My stomach started to churn, nervous of what might happen.

"I won't drink you, I promise" he said clearing my worries. I nodded and let him continue kissing and nibbling my neck. Everything felt so good.

He carried on trailing kisses until his lips were on mine again. I bucked my hips up lightly, trying to create more 'friction'. He groaned at my actions, mimicking me and pushing his crotch down onto mine. The air was running loose and I knew this would all end soon.

After a few more minutes, he pulled away, both of us panting.

"Would this be a good time to ask you on a date?"

I broke I smile at his question.

"I would love to go on a date with you"

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That's the most disturbing thing I've ever wrote....
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