Louis Tomlinson Preferences/Imagines

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Usual Friday nights with your best friend Louis were spent either at a pub or at his house with a big group of pals, drinking the night away.

That night, however, you decided to stay in and spend some time on your own. You were in your backyard, lying on your back, with your hands resting on your stomach, thinking about where your life was going.

Staring at the dark empty sky, you were startled when you heard someone stumble his way to you. Quickly getting up, you turned as saw that Louis was approaching you. You let out a relieved sigh, thankful that it wasn't an intruder.

When he had managed to crawl his way to you, scooting next to you, lying on his back.

"What are you doing here?" you asked, sternly, smelling the alcohol in his breath.

He giggled like a kid. You just rolled your eyes at his cheekiness.

"I'm bringing the party to you!" he nearly slurred. "You missed out, Jasmine, we had so much fun!" he babbled, nudging your shoulder.

"Yeah, I missed out on a lot of things..." you mumbled, not really in the mood for his upbeat behavior.

"Now, why are you so serious, my dear, dear Jasmine?" he asked, poking my cheek at every word while he chuckled, causing me to smile.

"Nothing. Just got me thinking, that's all," you sighed.

He sat up, looking at you, his face turning serious. He let out a long sigh and patted your stomach, causing you to chuckle.

"Okay, love. What's bothering you?" he asked, full of concern.

"Lots of things. I just... I thought I'd have it all figured out by now, you know?" you asked and he nodded, encouraging you to go on. "I mean, what if this is it? What if I'd missed my chance?"

"Go on, I'm listening. Just gonna lie here for a minute..." he said as he settled himself back beside you.

You knew he was moments away from dozing off, seeing him get drunk over a hundred times. It wasn't a big deal though, you knew he wanted to listen to you, he was just too hammered.

You went on and on about your list of frustrations and missed opportunities, not surprised that he had his eyes closed. You were certain he was knocked out.

"...and that time you asked me to go back to your place after your birthday party! Gosh, did I miss out on that. You probably thought I didn't want to, but I did... I did..." you sighed, remembering that night. "I was just scared, I thought I wouldn't be able to keep my feelings to myself if... if we'd ever cross that line. I just..." you trailed off, looking over at him, still with his eyes closed.

"Yeah..." you whispered. "I missed out, didn't I?"

You suddenly realized the weight of what you were saying, basically admitting your feelings to your best friend.

"Fuck, I did not just say that! God, you idiot!" you whispered, scolding yourself.

Trying to calm down, you remembered that he was peacefully sleeping by the time you got to the gruesome part of your rant convincing yourself that he probably didn't hear you.

"Well... you'd probably forget this by tomorrow, anyway..." you dismissed, convinced that the alcohol would block this out by tomorrow. "You're hammered as fuck," you laughed, still thinking that he was knocked out.

Unbeknownst to you was that he was completely in control of his consciousness and that he was stunned beyond belief from what you've just said. He thought he was dreaming and was convincing himself that he was imagining things.

When your laugh had died down, you kept looking at the sky, enjoying the warmth of Louis' body next to you, fully contented of just his presence.

"I won't forget this tomorrow..." he finally spoke, his voice a little husky and unsure, unsure of how you'd respond.

His hand slowly inched closer to yours, locking your fingers. When you didn't budge, he took that as a sign to continue.

"I won't forget it the day after that, either..." he whispered, rubbing his thumb on your hand.

Your eyes were wide and your heart dropped. You weren't prepared for this, nor were you expecting this response from him.

He slowly turned to lie on his side, facing you. You felt like your chest would explode when he brought his other hand to your face and pulled you to face him.

Your eyes were starting to well up, scared and nervous, excited and overwhelmed—you didn't exactly know which emotions to feel first.

"I wouldn't want to," he whispered, looking deeply in your eyes, his thumb brushing your cheek.

"You wouldn't?" you asked, still shocked by his true feelings.

"No," he shook his head, smiling widely at you. "because I wouldn't be able to keep my feelings to myself either." he finally said as he closed the gap between you and claimed your lips.

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