More than Friends

Chapter 11

Now all relationships have ups and downs, it's expected, and most couples are ready for it. But me, I'm on the other side right now.

Here I lay, crying in my bed for the fifth time tonight, trying to figure out what I just did.

Confused yet? Yeah, let me just give you a recap.

*Earlier That Day*

"Louis, seriously. Quit!" I giggle, running in the other direction of him. I'm not even sure where I'm running, but I'm just running.

Louis runs behind me, wiggling his fingers, attempting to tickle me again. He has been attacking me with tickles for the past half hour, making me nearly pee my pants.

I giggle, and turn a corner in the hotel we are staying in, only to find a dead end. I quickly turn around, hoping to make it back down the hallway before Louis does, but I'm sorely mistaken.

I spin on my heel, only to meet his stunning eyes, right in front of me. I jump, trying to run around him, and failing miserably.

He snags my waist, pulling me back towards his chest, placing a quick kiss on my forehead.

"You, silly girl, aren't going anywhere. Unless it's on a date with me tonight.." He trails off, looking at me with a large grin on his face.

The boys have an off night tonight, and I was hoping he would ask me on a date, but he hadn't made a move to yet.. until now.

I grin up at him, trying to hide the deep red blush on my face, as I nod my head yes.

"Under one condition though." I say, trying to pull the straightest face that I can manage. He raises an eyebrow at me, a smirk working its way onto his face.

"No more tickling." I giggle, and he chuckles with me. He nods his head, and I give him a quick peck on the lips.

"Well, you are going to have to let me go for a moment to go and get ready, because I am definitly not going on a date like this." I look down at the clothes I currently have on, and cringe slightly.

The loose fitting sweatpants hang off of my body, as they are Louis', and the Pink Floyd tshirt I have on is a bit short, revealing a small strip of skin along the bottom of my stomach. My hair is in some kind of knot on the top of my head, considering I haven't had the chance to brush it out yet.

"Nonsense. We are going right now. You can slip on one of my hoodies if you want." He smiles sweetly at me, pulling me down the hallway towards his room. I sigh, knowing that I'm not going to get my way in this, and follow behind him.

The door to his room is cracked open slightly, and he just pushes it open with his foot. We walk in, hand in hand, and look around, only to find an empty hotel room. Harry must have found a club to go to.

I shake my head, and follow Louis into his room to find a hoodie to wear. He quickly strips off the black tshirt he had on, making my breath catch in my throat. He catches my eye, smirking slightly.

"Take a picture babe, it will last longer."

I immediatly look down at the floor, suddenly finding my toees extremely interesting. I wiggle them against the carpet until Louis lifts my chin up to see him.

"You're so cute when you blush." He grins, kissing me sweetly.

I don't know what it is about Louis' kisses that are so intoxicating, but whenever his lips are on mine, the only thing I think about is wanting more.

It doesn't take long before Louis and I are full on making out in his bedroom, the complete opposite of what we are supposed to be doing.

I pull away, making Louis pout slightly. I grin, pecking him one last time on the cheek, before I grab the sweatshirt on the edge of his bed, and slip it over my head.