Burned To Love {One Direction Fanfiction}

Chapter Six.

The chapters will be shorter i guess... im really sorry if they are, but i got it on paper like this and i can't change it. :) and it's quite early... but i wanted to post now. -Celina .x

The evening.

‘No you’re not cancelling it.’ I protested, I stood on my legs, which hurt a bit.

‘Celina, you could’ve been dead!’  his voice broke and he sat down on a bench with his head in his hands.

I sat down next to him and wrapped my arms around him.

‘Hey, I’m not and you can’t help your sexy bum, your sweetness, your kindness and being attractive so let her be jealous, tomorrow she can’t try a thing because I’m with you all day!’ I said.

‘I’m not and don’t mess with my bum!’ he smiled a little.

‘Oh hell yes you are, you’re mine and I love you, your bum as well.’ I kissed his hair and stood up, taking his hand and blushing.

‘Could you help me a bit? I can’t walk on my own I guess.’

He laughed and got up, kissing my lips and slowly helping me with walking, but it went to slow for him so he lifted me up bridal style. ‘I’m sorry I ruined the night you planned.’ I whispered, laying my head on his chest.

‘Well, it’s getting better now, I can take care of you and that will be fun.’ He smirked.

When we got home, he left me on the couch, laughing and saying ; ‘Stay here, slowy.’

He got me a blanket while I sneaked of the couch and got us something to drink.

‘you’ll get punished, I told you to stay where you were.’ He embraced me from behind and pulled me away from the counter.

‘Louis, I can do what I want.’ I moaned and turned around, putting my arms around his neck.

‘I’m the nurse, you’re the cripple one.’ He kissed my lips and lifted me back to the couch, getting the drinks and some food.

I crawled on his lap and enjoyed his strong arms around me.

‘Are you tired? Or should I ask the others to come over?’ he stroked my cheek.

‘I first got to tell you something, which is totally strange to tell now, but I got to tell you some day.’ I looked into his eyes.

‘I’m listening.’ He said cutely.

I told him about another part of my past, the one no one knew;  people easily made me believe them, to break me so bad afterwards, it made me trust people less, and most of all, it left me as a little fragile girl.

‘So, I’m just a little girl who you can walk over easily, I’m easy to hurt.’ I sighed.

‘you’re strong, and I’m proud of you, that you even told me.’ he held me tight.

‘don’t blame me about not feeling beautiful or something, sometimes I protest, I just don’t feel like that.’ I bit my lip.

‘I don’t blame you for anything, but lovely, I’ll let you feel beautiful, I’ll show you that I won’t hurt you.’ He said.

I couldn’t wish for more than Louis, he was the cutest person alive.

I started singing ‘I’m not so tough’ by Ilse de Lange, an old song I remembered from Holland when I was there.

‘I know the song, but you are, lovely and you're so good at singing.’

‘I don’t feel..’ he interrupted me by kissing me sweetly, it was full emotion and I felt a tear burning in my eye, before I knew it, it made its way own my cheek.

‘I love you, beautiful girl, MY beautiful girl.’ Louis said, removing the tear from my cheek.