Blessed (a larry stylinson fanfiction)

chapter 8

Chapter 8

Friday, October 5th

Eleanor’s POV

Everything was fine and going extremely well.

And then it wasn’t.

Louis had carried me bridal style into the hotel room and things had gotten pretty heated fairly quickly. Clothes were coming off and I thought this was everything I wanted—Louis’ hands all over me, kissing me, loving me.

He moved to my shirt and as he did, I saw a flash of Cher singing In My Head. It was as if she was in the room with us singing right at me again.

I asked Louis to stop and it took a moment because he was getting so worked up.

I couldn’t stop myself, I felt the tears burn my eyes and I ran off to the bathroom and locket myself in, trying to regain a grip on reality.

I was just hooking up with my boyfriend whom I love and I was thinking about someone else.

Someone else that had sang a song right at me and looked like she meant every word of it.

Louis knocked on the door and I slowly stood up to let him in. He sat next to me and wrapped me up in his strong arms.

He said things to make me feel better and I felt like this was all my fault for leading him to believe I was ready for this when clearly I wasn’t.

“I love you, El. Nothing will ever make me stop loving you, especially not this.” Louis kissed the top of my head and continued. “So, dry your tears and I’ll take you home, okay?”

I nodded and he gave me his hand to help me up.

We drove home in silence and I let my thoughts wander.

What would be happening right now if we had done it?

Would there still be an awkward silence?

Would we still be there riding out the high?

Would I feel any different?

Now, I just felt empty.

And confused.

But why was I so confused?

“Here we are.” Louis said, stopping the car and putting it in park.

I turned to him and blinked, running my tongue over my dry lips.

“I wish I could say that we can try again soon, but I don’t know…” I trailed off. “I wish I was ready to do this. For me, for you. I just…”

“Babe,” Louis said grabbing my hands and looking into my eyes with concern. “Don’t ever feel like you have to do something just for me. If we try this again, I don’t want it to be for any other reason other than you want it. Don’t do it because you think I want it, or that you’re doing me a favor.”

“You’re too good for me sometimes, Lou.” I mumbled, looking down at my lap.

“Not true.” Louis said tilting my chin up so I would meet his gaze. “I could never be too good for you.”

Then, he leaned in and kissed me. Not passionately or anything, just sweetly. It reminded me of our first kiss way back when we first started dating; so innocent and cautious.

He pulled away quickly and I knew it was because he didn’t want to push anything with me at this point.

I bit my lip. “You know, you don’t have to tip toe around me. You can give it a little something.” I said with a smirk and wrapped my hand around the back of his neck, pulling him in for more.