You Found Me

Chapter 17

Chapter 17

 I was awake, laying on my stomach just watching him. He looked almost angelic as the sun streamed in through the curtains. His warm skin almost glowed. He was absolutely beautiful. Last night was..indescribable. I thought I had ruined everything, but it all fell into place. He knew I loved him..He trusted me. He whispered he loved me back in my ear all night.. It was the most wonderful sound I had ever heard. I would of never thought this would happen. I came to England, to learn. To help me find my way. But this, Louis. He really showed me something else. He showed me what it was to fall in love. I hate sounding like some teenage movie about some weird girl who gets the star football player in the end, but it did sort've feel that way. I love him. I don't care if he's a celebrity. I don't care if a million girls want to kill me, I love him.

I wonder if this is how he felt with Eleanor. Did he love her like he loves me? I suppose it could be more or less. I don't like to think about them..It still makes me cringe inside a little. Maybe he had Eleanor's picture for memory purposes, because he cant hate her completely. She was once his bestfriend.. Maybe there's just some bridges you can't burn. 

I feel safe with Louis. He's sweet, he's adorbale. I think I can trust him. I want to trust him. 

"Mhmm.." Louis moaned, and then slowly opened his eyes. He smiled at me. 

"Morning, love." 

I smiled back, "Morning Lou." 

"How'd you sleep?" He asked. I crawled up and rested my head on his shoulder. 

"Like a baby. And you?" I chuckled. He brushed his fingers through my hair. 

"Best sleep I've ever had." 

I laughed, and he kissed the top of my head. "I'm still a little tired." I said. 

He smiled, "We can stay here all day if you want." 

"Don't you have errands to do today?" I asked. He shook his head, "Not today. Tomorrow." He replied. 

"Well then lucky me." I chuckled, kissing his soft lips. "I love you." He whispered. 

I looked up at him, smiling and running my fingers across his chest. "I love you too." And we kissed again. 

"What time is it?" I asked. "He turned to see the clock, it's almost eleven." He replied. 

"Doesn't sound like anybody's up yet." I said. 

"Who knows what time they got in." 

"Probably four or six, if I know Hanna and Harry." 

"True." Louis chuckled, "are you hungry love? Would you like breakfast?"  

"Sure, sounds good." 

Louis and I crawled out of bed. I picked up his dress shirt from off the floor and quickly put it on. 

He ran out into the kitchen in his plaid pajama bottoms, and I followed after him. 

"Orange juice for now. I'll call room service." He said. 

"Alrighty then, no pulp right?" I asked. He smiled, "Of course." 

"When do you think the sleepy heads over there are going to wake up?" 

"Now." Hanna came in. "Morning there!" Louis greeted. 

Hanna reached for the orange juice Louis set on the counter. "Orange juice good, alchohol bad." 

I laughed, "Hangover?" 

"A little bit." 

"What time did you guys get in?" I asked. "I don't know, 4? Whatever time it was, I know for a fact you two were still awake." She winked.