Just a crush/Clouis Fanfiction

Just a crush (Part Seven)

Description: Louis and Clementine spend the night together after a heated confession—Both coming to the conclusion that they belong together.

That is until something strange interrupts them.

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Rated: T

Word count: 2200 (Mostly Clem and Louis again).

A/N: I'm having so much fun writing this. I have to stop myself sometimes. I hope y'all enjoy 💕

✨*Edit I will be making a separate book for this series. I have major plans for it such as having Clementine go back to Richmond for something important! I will update when the book is out!*✨
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Clementine barely had the time to process before Louis cups her face, pulling her into a hard kiss.

She drapes her arms over his back, letting him pin her against the outgrown wall behind her. She stumbles against the old wood—hands familiarizing themselves with him.

The kiss had to be the best they've shared, it was new against the others. The way he kissed her made it clear she wasn't going back.

Louis held her close, moving to deepen the passionate kiss. Sighing as she reaches to feel his dreads again, running over the curve of his back.

He pulls away, dreads tickling her cheek when he stops just inches from her mouth. A low chuckle sounds from his throat when he looks at her—Running a thumb over her dirtied cheek, brushing it along her bottom lip.

Clementine broke away to kiss him again, grabbing a hold of the opening of his coat to pull him into her. He groans with a cheeky smile that made her throat dry.

"You know," he whispers before she could move in again. "We probably shouldn't be doing this,"

Her brows furrow, glancing up at the brown eyes above. He kisses the tip of her nose. Pulling her from the wall.

"We don't want anyone to see us,"

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Louis led her to the music room. Where they trail to the bench before the piano, both too excited to play.

"Can't believe we're doing this," Louis snakes his hands atop hers that lay in her lap. Squeezing them, craning to the side to kiss her properly.

"Doing what?" She questions as he pulls away, eyeing him close.

"Being together," his voice lowers, a smile stuck on his face. "I really hope this isn't a dream," He turns to the piano. His chest rising as he sighs.

Clementine pinches the hand that lay over the ivories and he glares at her with a slight frown.

"You're not dreaming," she laughs. Feeling her nerves soar when he grins ear to ear.

He began playing the song he never named. The one that found its way to her dorm room for the longest time.

"Did you ever figure out a name?" She watches his fingers dance over the keys, making a beautiful sound. "I've always had a name for it," he says under the whimsical muse.

"What is it?" She raises a brow, following his eyes as they meet hers. He stops slowly and smirks.

"Clementine," He cocks his head to the side slightly, turning back to the old instrument. "Thought of it when we began our lessons,"

"Couldn't sleep," he shrugs, playing the melody slow now. "I had to write it down,"

Clementine listened as he played for her. She felt privileged, being the only one taking in his talent as well as being the very inspiration for a song so pretty.