Rocks (Louis Tomlinson)

Fifteen.

Author's Note

I haven't updated in forever lmao but I kind of explained why in this chapter metaphorically. Last night I was trying to find some Louis fanfics that wern't bad (in my opinion) but I didn't find alot so that reminded me why I started writing in the first place and I got inspired. Anyway, I hope you enjoy this chapter and please vote and comment!

Fifteen.

School was called off for the next few weeks, but our teachers still emailed us classwork and lessons. The reason school was called off was due to an odor lurking in the hallways, and this time it wasn’t too much Axe deodorant or the sweaty smell of people who don’t know how to take a shower. We have some people looking into it, but no one has found anything yet.

The whole time I’ve been home I haven’t talked to Louis, and he hasn’t talked to me. I have been watching Netflix for days on end, and it might be a problem. I’m not trying to be one of those girls that are like “Oh my god! I love Netflix! It’s my life. So is pizza and Chipotle.” I am genially obsessed with it. Orange is the New Black, American Horror Story; all these kinds of shows have caught my attention and kept it there. Quite frankly, I have been too lazy to keep up Louis and I’s relationship, if you can even call it that. I did find the reason I even talked to Louis the first time though, I was in love with the idea of a love story. All these cliché stories of girls bumping into a boy on the street, or a boy going to her school and falling in love with him but they can’t keep the relationship because the father is abusive or something. All these stories inspired me to talk to Louis, and for me to convince myself that I liked him, when in reality I liked the idea of having a love story. I don’t know what to do now that I’ve realized this, though. I am too lazy to keep this story up, but I can’t take it down. Should I just try to keep it going, just for entertainment?

I think I will.

With this sudden inspiration, I roll out of my bed, put on some pants, and walk out my bedroom door and down the stairs.

“Mom?” I call.

Mom doesn’t respond, so I walk downstairs to her and my dad’s bedroom. I open my mouth to call her name again but quickly close it when I hear something hitting the wall in the bedroom, and the bed squeaking.

They wouldn’t.

My eyes widen when I hear moaning from the bedroom, and I quickly turn on my heels and run back up the stairs feeling sick to my stomach. I nearly miss a step on my way up, and run straight into a wall. Why couldn’t they just wait until I went somewhere to fuck each other? Why do they do this? I shake my head to get the sound of my mother’s moaning out of my head, and run outside. I cannot be in that house at the moment.

I lie down on our lawn and cover my eyes and try not to think about what I just witnessed. Normally, if it would have been teenagers or a young couple in there I would have nodded my head and encouraged them, but now that I’ve heard older people doing it I can’t help but think that old people all over do it. Morgan’s parents, Louis’s parents, everyone’s parents did it. I am disgusted now that the thought has crept into my mind.

“What are you thinking about?” a voice says beside me.

“My parents” I reply.

I know the voice is Louis, but like I said before, I am going to keep this story going, and I know it’s inevitable to ignore Louis.

“What did they do?” He asks.

I remove my arms from covering my eyes and roll over to my side to face Louis, who is also lying on the grass.

“I heard them in the bedroom” I shiver.

“Ah, they were fucking?” Louis asks.

I nod.

“How are you going to get back at them?”

“I don’t know” I shake my head.

Louis looks off behind me, and a few seconds later his bright blue eyes meet mine once again.

“What if they heard YOU fucking in your room?” He says.

“Are you asking me to have sex with you?” I sit up and crinkle my nose. I don’t want to have sex with Louis. I mean he’s a very attractive guy, a VERY attractive guy for that matter, but I don’t think I could.

“No, no. I mean we could make the noises and stuff to scare them. Unless you do actually want me to have sex with you” Louis grins and sits up across from me.

I roll my eyes. “I’m in” I say.

“You’re in to have sex?” Louis’s eyes widen.

“No! I’m in to scare my parents!” I quickly say.

Louis laughs. “Let’s do it then.”

***

“Okay, so around this time my mom comes up to tell me dinner is ready, but she never comes in because she knows I’ll throw something at her. Just for precautions I can lock the door, though” I tell Louis.

Louis nods and stands on my bed and starts jumping. I climb up with him and hit the wall with my fist. Louis smiles at me and falls down on the bed, making a big banging sound. I hear my mother’s footsteps coming from the hall, and I decide to go one step further.

I gather up all my strength and all my previous experience with love making and let a loud moan fall from my lips. Louis looks surprised, but goes along with it, letting out a soft grunt that gradually gets louder. I hold in my laugh and continue hitting the wall with my fist.

“Addie dinner— OH MY GOD” I hear my mom from outside my doors.

I hear her running back down the stairs and as soon as she’s gone I fall down onto my bed and start laughing. Louis joins me soon enough.

“You’re pretty good at this” I catch my breath.

“Why thank you” Louis grins.

“We should do it again sometime” I say and stand up off my bed.

“It would be my pleasure” Louis joins me by the side of my bed.

A small piece of hair falls to his face, and before I can stop myself I reach my hand up and move it out of the way.

“Sorry” I apologize and hold my wrist to keep me from doing it again.

“No need to be sorry, love” Louis comes closer to me and sets his hands on my waist and dips his head down.

Louis’s soft lips meet mine and I keep my eyes open from shock and watch his face. His eyes are closed and his eyelashes rest on the top of his cheeks. His warm hands lightly grab my waist, and the faint smell of his cologne fills the close air around us. I feel like we’re in a bubble, and no one could hurt us if they tried. Our lips move together as one and I move my arms up to they’re around his neck. I lightly tug at the hair on the back of his head and he holds my waist tighter, but still with care. Louis’s lips are warm, and his head doesn’t thrash about. He isn’t needy, and he takes things slow as if I am glass and he is being as careful as he can to not break me. If everyone kissed like he did, the world would be a much better place.

As if on a settled agreement, both of us pull away at the same time, however I could have gone for much longer.

“I should go” Louis says and backs away from me.

“I’ll get the ladder so you don’t have to face my mom” I say and walk to my vanity. I reach behind the furniture and pull out the rope ladder with the metal rods for foot placement and bring it to my balcony with Louis following behind.

I attach the ladder to the railing and drop it down to the ground. It ends just above the grass and Louis climbs over the black railing of my balcony and onto the latter.

“Later, then?” He asks.

“Later” I smile.

Louis smiles back and disappears down the ladder.