the summer i turned beautiful [l.t]

Chapter 16-- Barely Apart

HEY BABES! So I guess you thought Chapter 15 was the end??? You're wrong!! So there are many chapters on the way and sorry I couldn't post yesterday, I had writers block and I was in New York City the whole day!!

I'm thinking of someone helping me write this story! Like a joint story?? I am so busy with volunteering and work and stuff so I really need the help!!! 

If you have any interest, please inbox me or tweet me @louswagtommo on twitter or message me on tumblr stylish-as-stylinson! You have to send me a work of YOUR OWN!! And tell me you do have interest of writing The Summer I Turned Beautiful with me! Thanks!

-Shirls

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“So what do you think?”

            “What?” I was still mesmerized about what just happened. I was smiling the whole time. I knew I was getting lost in his eyes. His eyes looked into mine, and it was like he was looking through my soul. Those eyes… He gestured at the beach house behind us with his hand and tilted his head.

            “The beach house. You like?” I smiled, and nod, “Well, it’s my place, my Dad bought it for me after got the Brit Award. But that’s not the point, love. I want to live here again.” He paused. “With you.”

            “Are you serious? Of course! Oh my god. Why wouldn’t I want to? I mean Meg isn’t here and summer isn’t ending for another 3 months, and I’m pretty sure the hotel bill is out of your budget?”

            “Ha! You’re funny. Glad you like it, hun.” He planted a kiss on my cheek. “I love you.”

            “I love you too, Boo Bear.” I teased.

            “Hey, you need a nickname if you keep calling me that…hmmm…how about Mrs. Boo Bear?”

I smiled and blushed.

We went back to the hotel to gather all of our stuff. I had a bunch of stuff obviously so he had to help. We were both organizing my stuff and putting them in my suitcases. Louis found a tight, short, black dress. His eyebrows shrugged upward.

“Damn, babe.”

“Shut up, Louis.” I snatched it from him.

“I think you’ll look pretty hot in that dress.” He winked.

“Didn’t you see enough ‘hotness’ after the palace dinner?” I teased back.

“Eh, I think you’ll look even more hot with this one.”

“Sure…”

“It’s true!”

“You’re so sweet.” I leaned over the fat suitcase that separated us and put my arm around his neck and kissed him on his lips. He kissed me back and he went down to kiss my neck, leaving little hickeys. “Louis, stop it!” I teased, “It’ll be awful wearing a scarf in the middle of summer!”

            He chuckled.

           

            After our little kissing fest, we drove his mini cooper down to the beach house. I haven’t seen the interior of it, and I’m dying to see what I will be probably living in for the next 2 months.

            As expected the beach house was beautiful. It was enormous for only two people living in it, but I guess we can make use of our space. The floors were all marble and there were many paintings hung up. There was a crystal chandelier in the middle of the foyer, and as the light shine on to it, it made the room even more colorful then it is.

            “Lou, I can’t believe this.” I said as I dropped my two coach bags on the floor with a quiet bang.

            “All for you, babe. My dad was going to sell this place, but since now you’re here with me as my wonderful and beautiful girlfriend, we’ll make use of this house. Grad you like it. How’s your neck?”

            I growled. I took off my scarf, which hid my lovebites from him, “Still there, hon.”

He chuckled.