Rocks (Louis Tomlinson)

Twenty-Two

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Sorry for the late update and short chapter I'm lazy

 Twenty-Two.

The next morning when I wake up I feel around for Louis’s warm body next to me, and frown when my hands only grasp sheets. I sit up in the bed, my tangled mess of a hair flying up and covering my tired face.

Before I go searching for Louis, I decide to tidy myself up a bit so I don’t look like a complete monster when I go to greet him. I quickly pad over to the bathroom and wash my face, comb my hair and brush my teeth to get rid of the disgusting morning breath my mouth has assumed. Once I am finished, I walk out of the bedroom and enter the living room. Over the small bar counter, I notice Louis standing at the stove, frying what smells like to be eggs. Louis is still shirtless, but he has acquired a pair of plaid pajama pants that hang low on his hips.

I walk up behind him and wrap my arms around his waist, pressing my cheek against his bare back.

“Good morning to you too” Louis says.

“Morning” I yawn and walk across the kitchen, taking a seat on the counter.

I look to my side and find a flier of things to do on Long Beach, and decide to look through it to see what this beautiful area has to offer. Louis continues stirring the eggs as I flip through the book, my eyes eventually landing on an event that interests me.

“Louis,” I say looking closer at the pamphlet. “There’s a nice little yoga class today at noon. I’ve always wanted to try yoga, we should go.”

Louis chuckles from across the room. “Love, I’m not doing yoga.”

“Louis” I whine.

“I’ll tell you what” Louis turns around and walks over to me, stepping between my legs. “You can go do yoga, then afterwards I can pick you up and we can go to the beach” Louis kisses my forehead. “And I can use the gym next to the yoga building.”

I purse my lips into a straight line, thinking about the plan.

“Don’t you want to see my yoga moves, though?” I grin.

“You can still show me your yoga moves” Louis uses his hands and wraps my legs around his waist. “We don’t have to wait for that, however” Louis says and carries me down the hall and to the bedroom, leaving the eggs to burn in the kitchen.

***

As soon as Louis and I arrive in the small town square, we walk hand in hand around the fountain in the middle of the area, and over to where the yoga and gym buildings are. Louis has his hair pushed back with a headband no matter how many times I told him to take the damn thing out, and I wear my hair in a simple ponytail.

“Why are you walking like that?” Louis looks down at my wobbly legs.

“Like what? This is how I walk” I lie while trying to straighten up.

“Was I too rough on your earlier?” Louis smirks and doesn’t bother trying to lower his voice.

“Louis, it was like a fucking jumbo sausage trying to go through a cheerio” I sigh.

Louis laughs as a mother with her young child turns around and gasps in our direction. If I didn’t know any better I’d think she’d pull out some holy water and a cross and try to baptize us in the fountain.

Louis reaches back and grabs my ass in my yoga pants, and I swat his hand away and drop my gaze to the ground, blushing.

“What is with you today?” I ask.