Torn {Louis Tomlinson Fanfic}

Chapter 5

**Emma’s POV**

I giggle as his strong arms wrap around my waist and pull me into his chest. He kisses gently under my jawline and trails his lips down my neck, making my entire body tingle with pleasure. His mouth arrives at my collarbone and he leaves love bites all over my sensitive skin. His hot breath makes its way up again and he nibbles delicately on my ear. My breathing quickens as his hands whisper over my bare thighs and stomach. He continues to kiss my neck and I sigh with delight. “Louis…”

A loud crash makes me jolt up in bed and I’m surrounded by darkness. “Fuck.” I mumble as I realize that I’m alone in Louis’ bedroom. That definitely could not have been a dream, I can still feel the spots where his lips seared my skin. Shaking my head vigorously, I throw the duvet off my body and stand on the soft carpet. The clock on Lou’s night stand says 1:52 AM, and I groan in distaste. I glance at the window to my right and watch as the storm continues to stir around outside.

Bang!

I jump at the startling sound of metal hitting the ground. I don’t even try to imagine what it could’ve been before running out of Louis’ bedroom and into the living room. My eyes adjust to the dark and I see Louis sleeping soundly on the couch, the blanket dangling off the side. He doesn’t have a shirt on and his toned stomach is slightly lit up by the moonlight outside. I feel my breath catch in my throat and my heart skips a beat. I roll my eyes at my body’s reaction and slowly make my way to the couch.

I kneel down beside Louis’ head and watch his face. His eyelids are fluttering the slightest bit and he’s chewing furiously on his bottom lip. So adorable. I smile to myself and reach up to brush his hair off his forehead, then kiss the skin softly. “Boo? Louis, wake up.” I whisper in his ear. He scrunches his cute nose and his eyes open hesitantly, immediately searching my face.

“Emma? What’s wrong?” He says in a sleepy voice, which is also incredibly sexy at the same time. I blush a little and clear my throat.

“Uhm…could you come sleep in there with me? I don’t want to be alone.” I mentally smack myself at the sound of the desperation In my voice, but I try to keep a straight face. Louis runs a hand through his messy hair and yawns.

“Yeah, sure, okay.” He mutters, still half asleep. He swings his legs off the couch and stands up, me following shortly after. He hugs one arm around my waist in an attempt to keep himself from falling over and we walk back to his room. Without turning on the light, I climb into his bed and pat the sheets next to me, gesturing for him to lay down. He hesitates, but eventually shuffles over and slides in beside me. I turn onto my side and feel him press his body against my back, holding me tight. His breathing slows and I let it lull me to sleep. Suddenly, another loud bang appears and I jump in his arms. He tightens his grip around my stomach and whispers, “Shh…Em, it’s okay, I’m here. Go to sleep.” Instantly my nerves relax and I find myself quickly falling asleep in Lou’s arms.