Mr. & Mrs. Tomlinson

♥ Chapter 17 ♥

CHAPTER 17: IS IT HIS OVERFLOWING TESTOSTERONES OR HE'S SECRETLY SUPERMAN FROM ANOTHER UNIVERSE? 

A smile crept on my sleepy face as I took in the sunlight shining from the vast window of our room. I looked at Louis but he was still in a deep sleep. He groaned as I ran my fingers through his hair. He was so beautiful, like a baby angel – only when he's not grumpy and ego inflated. 

Anyway, it's a new day... that means a new adventure! Well if you call chasing Louis around a foreign place for the past week, getting thrown onto the pool twice and nearly got raped by Italian dudes an adventure, maybe that'll do. 

I was surprised it's hard for me to get up this morning. I wasn't a morning person by nature but getting up wasn't a problem for me. Groaning, I shifted my weight to the side. I turned the digital clock around and I fell off the bed...literally, when I saw the time. 

Jiminy cricket, it's 3:17PM! 

Were we that tired? Oh gosh. Last night, or should I say, this morning. We slept around like four – almost five in the morning. Oh dear heavens, we seriously need some sleep education – ergo, slepeducation. Okay no, that just sounds wrong. Turning to Louis, I tried so hard not to burst out laughing since he was drooling. His saliva was spilling down his chin while he snored lightly. Is it wrong to call him cute when he's drooling like that? 

My laughter-kind-of-sob died away when his strong arms groped my shoulder, pushing me back down the bed. “Louis.” 

He didn't budge. I pushed his arm off me but to no avail. Gosh, even when he's asleep he's still strong. What the hell is this guy? Is it his overflowing testosterones or he's secretly Superman from another universe? 

“Louis!” I yelled. See, he didn't even flinch even when I practically shouted right on his face!

He's lucky I didn't choose to fart on his face. 

“Louis get off,” I hissed. I'm starting to think he's awake and he's just pretending to be dead asleep so he could piss me off. And I noticed I keep saying “Louis get off” in this kind of situation – which tends to happen every once in a while. 

Well “once in a while” is an understatement. 

His eyes were finally fluttering open, those beautiful set of orbs searched the room for a while until they landed on my hazel ones. He blinked, as if realizing that I was watching him the whole time. “Good morning.” 

He just nodded. He looked behind me and I could guess he can't believe what he saw. I know, I can't believe it either. His eyes went as wide as it could go then he jolted up, “it's 3:19PM! Why didn't you wake me?” 

“I woke up exactly two minutes ago.” 

“Come on, let's take a shower.” 

This is the part where I should be running to the toilet and frantically throw up the ice cream I ate this morning. But instead, I stayed lying on the bed trying to figure out what he had said. “lets”. He practically told me to shower with him! Oh dear lord, this can't be happening! 

I'm not ready!

“Morgan come on, we're gonna be late.” 

“Late for what?” I jolted, suddenly feeling nervous. I'd rather stay here in Paris for a little while longer than to go back home where Mr. Welsh is waiting, where I'd be seeing Ryder everyday, where my parents would hail me and be proud of me for the first time, and where everybody in New York was waiting. I don't like dealing with drama. 

“For Monaco,” he said. He already had his towel sling over his shoulder, leaning on the bathroom door – he looked sexy alright. 

Stop drooling for a moment!