Rocks (Louis Tomlinson)

Seventeen.

Author's Note

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Seventeen.

Louis likes me.

Do I like Louis?

Like I’ve said before, I know I like the way he likes me, but I feel like I’ve grown to like him too, as more than an idea.

As soon as Louis said he liked me, my stomach jumped and my eyes widened. Louis left me on my doorstep with no other words coming from him, got in his car, and left me feeling like I had been hanging upside down. That night I tried to get some sleep, but it felt impossible. My mind was clouded by the thought of Louis and I dating, and I couldn’t help it, no matter how hard I tried.

I attempted at reading for a while, but as soon as I started I began day dreaming while I read so I didn’t even read what was on the page.

I tried counting sheep, but weirdly enough the sheep turned into Louis jumping over a fence.

Eventually, I fell asleep, but even then he clouded my dreams and protected me from my nightmares.

Yes, I like Louis. But where does it go from there?

***

The next morning I awoke to lots of car doors opening and shutting from next door. I got out of bed and put on some pants before walking over to the balcony to see what was going on.

“Addie! Care to help?” Louis asked, piling a box into his backseat.

I couldn’t help but go downstairs and out the front door to see what Louis was up to, but also just because Louis.

I slipped on some shoes and grabbed a piece of gum from the kitchen to take care of my morning breath and walked outside and over to where Louis was.

“What are you doing?” I yawn.

“Loading my car” Louis says.

I roll my eyes. “Why are you loading your car?”

“I’m moving.”

“What? No!” I blurt out. As soon as the words are out of my mouth I regret them. Louis leans against his car and crosses him arms with a smirk on his face.

I can’t help but stare at Louis today. The way he looked, the outfit he wore and his attitude. It was all making my head spin and my heart churn. His light gray sweatpants hung loosely on his hips, and he wore a navy blue jacket over a dark gray t-shirt. His hair was pushed up and out of his face in a quiff, and his blue eyes shone even brighter in the morning light.

“Don’t worry, I’m not moving far. The house was getting a little… occupied so I decided to get my own flat. I mean I’m nineteen right? Why the hell not?” Louis started in his house and I followed him, tugging down my black pajama shorts that were riding up my legs.

Louis took another box from the end of his stairs and started out the door again but paused. “Grab a box, will you?” He ordered.

I quickly reached down and took a small cardboard box and half-jogged to catch up with Louis.

“Where are the other boys?” I ask.

“At my flat” Louis sets the box in his car then takes the box I’m holding and sets it in on top of the previous one.