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Chapter 12

KIRSTEN’S P.O.V.

It was seven o’clock, and I was bored out of my brains. I pulled out my phone and, just as I was about to click ‘Create New Message’, I received a text.

From Louis.

My heart immediately began to race as I opened the text.

“Hey babe, I’m bored and thinking of you- wanna come over and watch a movie with me?”

I observed the text carefully. No kiss, but he did put babe... or was that just him being friendly? I texted back, “I’ll be there in five.” 

Louis had told me where his apartment was, and luckily, it was very close to my house. I told my parents I was off to see him. They argued, but I replied with a quick; “I’m 16, you can’t stop me.” And left. The evening air was warm on my face, but I still huddled up in my hoodie. 

When I arrived at Louis’, I took a deep breath before knocking on the door. 

It opened quickly, and there he was, holding a red rose and wearing a fake moustache. 

“Bonjour! Bonjour, mon sweet lady! I have picked you the finest red rose from... the flower shop, and I would love for you to have it, my dear...” He put on a fake French accent, and I giggled. 

He handed me the rose. “Hey babe.” He winked, welcoming me in and ripping off the moustache. 

“Hey, Lou.” I smiled, and then looked over his shoulder. “Harry!” I gasped. Harry was walking around naked, reading a magazine, but when he saw me, he put the magazine over his parts. That still didn’t stop me from getting an eyeful, though. 

“Harry, isn’t Melissa coming round?” Louis asked. 

“Yeah, I invited her. We’re going out to the cinema though, so you too lovebirds will be in peace.” Harry grinned. 

“Well put some clothes on, then!” Louis said. “Save the nakedness for later when you get home with Melissa!” He was joking, but something about that comment made me feel a bit weird. What if Louis had invited me round for more than a movie? What if he wanted more than a snog? I didn’t think I was ready for that yet. 

Louis must’ve saw me biting my lip anxiously, because he quickly said, “Anyway babe, what film do you want to watch? We’ve got actions, thrillers, comedies...” 

“It’s completely up to you,” I said, laughing as Harry came out of his bedroom in nothing but boxers. 

“Happy now, Louis?” Harry smiled, that cheeky grin that I’d seen so much in photos. 

“Harry, do you want me so force you into some clothes?” 

“Sure.” Harry smiled. “Come and get me, Boobear!” 

I stood there nearly wetting myself laughing, while Louis went and jumped on Harry and they started wrestling. 

“Hey, Kirsten!” I heard a familiar voice behind me. I turned round to see Melissa, smiling and waving. 

“Oh my God, what are they up to?” Melissa grinned whilst watching Harry and Louis wrestle on the floor – Harry in just boxers, and Louis wearing stripes and chinos. They looked a right pair. 

“Just being themselves.” I smirked. 

“Hey Melissa!” Harry called after they’d finally stopped wrestling. He came up to her and kissed her, wrapping his arms around her waist. She put her hands on his bare back and mouthed, “Wow,” to me. I giggled. 

“I’ll be two seconds, babe, just going to put some clothes on.” Harry said, and he ran off into the bedroom. 

“I’m just going to use the loo, okay Lou?” Melissa said, and disappeared from the room.

“Now that we’re alone...” Louis grinned, grabbing my hands and lying me down on the sofa. He started to lie down on top of me, kissing me all over my face and neck, but I pushed him off. 

“Louis, get off me, I’ve only just got here!” I moaned. 

“Oh, sorry...” Louis shrugged. But then he gave me the most adorable smile, looking right into my eyes and saying, “You’re just so beautiful, I can’t keep my hands off.”

I put my hand on his. “Just wait, okay? Let’s just watch the film and enjoy it, eat some popcorn, and then we’ll see what happens.” 

“Okay,” Louis smiled. “Anything for you.”

Melissa and Harry came out from their separate rooms and left, hand in hand, leaving Louis and I alone. 

We decided to watch Grease, Louis’ favourite film. Louis was singing along to all of the songs, and at Grease Lightning, he jumped up on the sofa and did all the dance moves. Halfway through, I decided to jump up too – and we stood on the sofa, singing at the top of our voices and dancing. 

At the end of the song, Louis fell back onto the sofa, and, laughing my head off, I sat down on his lap. He put his arms around my waist and his lips met mine. We kissed and kissed for what seemed like hours – and the film was forgotten. 

After a while, Louis pulled away and looked me in the eye. “Kirsten, I’ve got something I need to tell you. I’ve only known you for a day or two... but, it feels like forever and... you’re just so funny and sweet and drop-dead gorgeous... and I love you.” 

Tears sprung to my eyes. I smiled at him. “Louis William Tomlinson, ever since I first laid eyes on you, I knew that you were perfect. And I am so, so happy, right here with you... I love you too.”

He squeezed me tight, then stood up, and took hold of my hand. He led me into his bedroom, where a big double bed awaited us.

“Louis...” I whispered. “Louis, I’m not ready. I’m sorry... maybe another time?” 

Louis kissed me gently on the lips. “Of course, it’s entirely up to you. I don’t mind, babe, honestly.”

“I’d better go...” I said, but Louis stopped me. 

“Stay with me tonight, please? Sleep in my bed... we don’t have to do anything. Please, Kirsten?” 

“Okay.” I whispered. Louis went into his drawer and got out a t-shirt for me to wear. He put on boxer shorts and a t-shirt, and we lay in bed together. It wasn’t late at all, but we just wanted to lie next to each other. And slowly, I moved over so that I was so close to him, there wasn’t an inch apart from us. 

I fell asleep in Louis’ arms.

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