Running Bases With You

Chapter 23

*Louis' POV*

It's a official. I'm an idiot.

I finally had my opportunity for my lips to make contact with those soft, pink, plump lips that I've thought about kissing for weeks now, and I blew it. I completely, and utterly, blew it.

She looked so disappointed when I pulled away, denying the kiss that I thought she wouldn't want. Remembering the look on her face, I don't think I could've been more wrong.

I was left utterly speechless, not having a clue of what to say as her eyelids fluttered open, revealing her beautiful green irises that I've grown to love so much. I did the only thing that I could think of that surely made my situation worse. I walked out.

I know Annabeth was embarrassed, thinking that I was finally about to kiss her, and then backed off last minute. She probably thinks that I'm still trying to give her space. Either that, or that I'm second guessing fancying her. Which I'm most definitely not.

She has no idea how much I've been dying to kiss her, or how long I've been waiting to finally taste her sweet lips on mine. Damn it, I've totally screwed myself over, I'm sure of it...

I plop down on the couch next to Zayn and blow out a puff of air. He looks over at me, raising a brow. "What's up, mate?"

I shake my head. "I'm a bloody idiot, that's what's up."

He sits up from his comfortable position on the couch, eyeing me more curiously now. "What do you mean? Did your bedroom plans not go down like you wanted?" He smirks, wiggling his eyebrows.

My eyes widen and I smack him hard on the back of his head. He groans and swats me back. I'm about to hit him once again, until Liam breaks us apart.

"Hey, calm down! What's going on?" He questions, mostly me.

I sigh and Zayn only grins slightly. The other lads are surely clued in on the conversation now, only making what I need to say even more difficult.

"I didn't-"

"What's going on?"

Speaking of the devil..

"Well-"

"Louis hit me!"

"Only because you deserved it!"

"Oh, please, I-"

"Would you both just shut the fu-"

"No one asked you, Liam!"

"Well, excuse me for-"

"EVERYONE JUST SHUT THE FUCK UP!"

Everything goes quiet after that. Each of the lads, including me, looks at Annabeth. She seems to almost be fuming, and I can see a glassy look in her eyes. I don't think it's because of all of us yelling and arguing either.

It's your fault, you arse.

Oh, don't fucking remind me..

"Thank you."

She finally speaks, but turns away after and walks into the kitchen. I eye each of the lads until Niall actually speaks up.

"Was it just me, or was she-"

"Yeah, she was crying. Or about to anyways.." I look down, feeling even worse.

"Louis?"

"Yeah?"

"What did you do?" Harry asks with a concerned look etched across his face.

I breath out a sound in between a sigh and a groan and close my eyes for a second. "I was finally about to kiss her, and-"