Rocks (Louis Tomlinson)

Twenty-One.

A/N

Mature content warning.

Twenty-One.

I feel all the eyes in the room darting around to see who talked during the darkness, and my heart begins thumping in my chest so loudly I’m sure everyone can hear it. My mind races to grasp what just happened, but every corner my brain takes leads me to the same four words.

“I love you, Louis.”

Right after the words fall from my lips, the lights turn back on and my eyes have once again found Louis’s.

I don’t know who started it, but suddenly one person in the restaurant starts slowly clapping, and other people join in with him. Pretty soon, the whole room has stopped eating their food and started clapping for us.

I look down from Louis’s face and feel my cheeks growing warm at the sudden attention we have attracted. I feel like this kind of thing only happens in movies and books, and I had no idea that something this romantic, yet also this cheesy could happen so a couple as normal as Louis and I. I do not regret saying I love you back, in fact I want to say it again, and again, and again. I do love Louis, and I do know what love it. Normally, I wouldn’t say it to someone who I have been dating for over a week, and to someone that I have all together known for only almost three months now, but I don’t think love has a time limit. If you feel it, you feel it. It doesn’t matter on how long you’ve known the person, or what your relationship is like. Love isn’t something that can only come after a certain amount of time, love comes when it wants, and there is no stopping it, no matter how hard you try. And I don’t want to try.

Louis stands up from the table and I stand up after him as soon as the clapping dies down.

“Don’t we have to pay?” I ask Louis when he snakes his arm around my waist.

“It’s paid for already” Louis kisses my cheek and I look down to the floor and smile at his displays of affection tonight.

Louis takes me to the front of the restaurant, and the registration man smiles at us.

“Thank you for visiting Blackout, have a good night” He says.

Louis nods at him and together we walk out the front door, still attached to each other.

When we get to the truck, Louis opens the door for me and I climb in, quietly thanking him. Louis joins me in the car seconds later. He leaves the radio off as we pull out of the parking lot and maneuver our way around the parked cars.

Louis slowly puts his hand on my upper thigh, and my breath is caught in my throat as he slips it higher. I’m glad I have tights on; I don’t think I’d be able to handle Louis’s bare hands on the skin of my thigh right now.

My mind races of what could happen next when we get back to the bungalow. We could go to sleep, we could watch movies, we could go swimming, I don’t really know. The sky is starting to get darker and darker, and lights in the city are turning off one by one.

Louis keeps his hand in one place on my thigh, not slipping it higher or lower. I bit my lower lip, not trying to think about the current situation.

All too soon, we pull into the driveway of our temporary home and Louis turns the care off and takes his hand off my thigh. I let out a breath that I have been holding for almost the whole drive and climb out of the car after Louis. I follow him to the front door, and he quickly unlocks it, pushing the door open and turning on the lights.

“Shit,” Louis suddenly says. “Addie I think I left my phone in the car, will you go get it please?” Louis asks, patting his pockets.

I nod and walk back out into the warm night air, Louis shouting a thank you from inside. I hold up me hand to acknowledge him as I walk to the car, my high heels making a crunching sound on the gravel. I open the car door to Louis’s side and start looking around the car for his phone. I check under the seat and in the cup holder for the small device, but it is nowhere to be seen. Maybe Louis had it in his pocket but didn’t realize it?