Torn {Louis Tomlinson Fanfic}

Chapter 1

**Emma's POV**

I’m staring, I know it, but I can’t help myself. The way his hair goes in every direction, and his eyes…Damn it, those eyes are going to be the death of me, I swear. He’s just so, I don’t know, perfect. If only he realized how madly and desperately in lo—

“Emma? Why are you staring at me like that?” Louis asks, raising an eyebrow at me. Shit. I feel a blush creep up to my cheeks and I look away from him.

“You’re just so ugly, Lou, I couldn’t stop myself.” I say to him, adding a wink. Louis leans across the couch we’re on and flicks my cheek. “Ow!” I yelp and rub the pain off my cheek.

Louis stands up and walks in front of me, putting his hand out and smiling. “Come on, Em. I’m hungry.” I laugh and take his hand, loving how perfect our fingers feel together. Louis hoists me up with an over exaggerated grunt and I land on my feet next to him.

We walk to the kitchen and I take a seat on the countertop, dangling my legs off the edge. “What do you want to eat?” I ask Louis, who’s already looking in my fridge.

“Uhm, pizza.” He says and turns around to face me. Just as he does, my stomach makes a loud, grumbling noise. I cover it with my hand and Louis walks over to where I’m sitting on the counter. He bends his knees so that his face is level to my torso. “Awh, is the baby hungry, too?” He coos jokingly, rubbing his hand over my belly. I smack his hand away and fold my arms across my chest.

“Shut up, Lou. And I want ice cream, sorry.” I say to him and hop down to the floor. I walk over to the kitchen cabinets and lean down to grab two bowls, knowing Lou will want some, too. As I straighten back up, I feel something incredibly hard hit the back of my head. I’m going to kill Louis for leaving that damn drawer open. My hand reflexively reaches up to touch the already-growing bump on my skull. “Ouch.” I mumble, putting the bowls down and shutting my eyes in an attempt to fight the throbbing pain.

“Crap, sorry, love.” Louis says from behind me, and right away I feel his hands replacing mine on my head. “Does it hurt?” He asks tentatively and I nod. Then, without warning, he lifts me off the ground and walks out of the kitchen.

“Lou, what are you doing?” I ask curiously as he places me gently on my couch.

“Just shush and close your eyes. I’ll bring you your ice cream.” I smile up at him and lay back on the couch, watching him walk back into the kitchen.

“Nice ass!” I yell out to him. I hear him scoff and continue to scoop ice cream into the bowls. When he returns, I thank him and he hands me my ice cream. He sits down on the couch next to me and I snuggle closer to him.

“You’re my best friend, Emma. You know that?” Louis says to me between taking bites of his own snack. I sigh and nod. “Yeah, Lou. I know.”

And boy is it killing me.