*Kalels PoV*
When I woke up, I could feel that my eyes were swollen from crying last night. Louis and I were still in the same position that we were when we fell asleep.
As I looked at him, the events of the previous day played through my head - all in a rushed manner.
I wasn't sure how I was going to tell Louis all that had gone on yesterday, all that was said. It might seem like an easy thing to tell. But it's hard when you're talking about the one you love.
Apparently, my mother did some "research" about Louis and found these absurd things that he'd never do. I tried to block out what she was saying.
Then I said I loved him and that's when my mom really started getting furious. She told me I needed to stay away from him. You won't think things could go in anymore of a downward spiral-but they did.
As I was trying to walk towards the door, my mother grabbed my arm, pushing my jacket sleeve up. You can most likely guess what she discovered. From that moment forward, I was completely silent.
She kept trying to ask me questions, but what I found was the lack of words.
I tried to walk to the door and this time she let me go. The moment I heard the door slam behind me was when I started crying my eyes out.
I sat in my car for a good fifteen-minuets. I was debating wether or not I should drive home myself or leave my car at my parents house and have Louis pick me up. I decided I didn't want to go anywhere near that house anytime soon.
And now I'm laying down, with Louis firm arms around my waist. That calmed me down a bit, as I was now starting to panic.
I decided that as soon as Louis woke up, I'd tell him. Just to get everything off my chest.
I laid there a while, running over my plan-what I was to say. I had just about got it perfect when Louis woke up.
I could tell because his arms tightened around me and he left a small kiss on my neck. I turned so I was laying on my other side, facing him.
"Good morning," he said groggily.
"Good morning," I repeated what he said quietly.
"What's wrong?" he shot up sitting cross legged on the bed.
"I need to tell you what happened last night at my parents house," I sighed.
I could see he was about to argue with me and say something like 'oh you don't need to tell me', but he shut his mouth before any words could escape.
I was now sitting up just like he was. Scrambling to find the words I had so confidently picked out. Even though my mind was racing, I was talking surprisingly slow. Louis just there and listened.
The whole time I had my head down, but as I lifted it I could feel the tears waiting to follow out any minute.
He cupped my face and firmly placed his lips on mine. I honestly didn't want him to pull away as I felt like I had forgotten everything I just explained.
"Don't listen to what your mother says," Louis said looking me straight in the eyes.
"I tried," I sighed once more, this time when I looked into his eyes I felt the tears roll down my cheeks.
"Don't worry I'd tell you stuff like that if it did happen," he weakly smiled and I could see the guilt in his eyes.
"Lou..." I was cut off.
"Do you wanna go and get breakfast, I'm starving!" he said as he grabbed my hand and jumped off the bed.
That made everything 10 times more suspicious.
