how you get the boy

nine

The last thing I expected when my eyes fluttered open the next morning was to see Louis' face only a few inches away from mine.

One side of his face was smashed against the pillow whilst his lips were slightly agape as he breathed in and out. With his eyes closed, his eyelashes appeared longer than usual that I couldn't help but wonder how long they'd be if I were to put mascara on them. It was a strange thought, I had to admit, which was why I immediately dismissed it.

Removing my eyes from his face proved to be difficult because if it was possible, he looked even more beautiful right now. Thanks to the light that was peeking out from the slits of my curtains, his skin looked like it was glowing and my eyes travelled down to his bare back that moved up and down as he breathed.

It wasn't until my mind had wholly registered the fact that we were in a bed together and that he was shirtless that panic finally blanketed me. Various possibilities of what could have happened the night before flooded my mind and I pushed all of them away because one, I was 100% positive that none of the things I had in mind happened and two, I was fully clothed.

Besides, he was still wearing his black jeans.

Certain that nothing had happened, I let out a relieved sigh and turned to my side to check on the time. It was a bit after 9 in the morning, which meant that I had only slept for at least five hours. The urge to continue my sleep until it was late in the afternoon was so strong but when I turned back around and came face to face with an awake Louis, I realised that my plan to go back to sleep was instantly thrown out the window.

"Mornin' Tee," he smiled at me with his eyes barely opened, his accent thicker than usual. His voice was so husky that it took me about five seconds to compose myself and reciprocated his smile.

"Mornin' Lou."

"You sleep well?" He mumbled quite incoherently, probably from the lack of sleep he got and I regretted moving around because my movements must have woken him up.

I hummed my response, "You should go back to sleep."

"Only if you are too," he mentioned and I felt the always-there butterflies thumping against my inside and I had to bite my lower lip in order to stop myself from smiling like an idiot. On top of that, I also had to control the itch to reach out and push his hair away from poking his eyes. "What time is it, Tee?"

"9," I answered, eyes fixated on his heavy eyelids. "It's still early."

"Hmm, it is." He nodded against the pillow, moving forward until his hand rested on my hip, gently tugging me forward. Fortunately, I was wearing my clothes or else, I was certain that he could see goose bumps erupting across my skin because of his simple touch that also sent jolts of electricity down my spine. At the moment, all I could think about was how early it was for this. "Go back to sleep, Tee," he mumbled, my eyes diverting to his lips instinctively.

He should have known that sleep was the last thing in my mind now, for it was difficult to focus on something else with his hand pressed against my skin. Especially when the only thing I could feel was the way his fingertips danced across my hip absentmindedly.

"Okay," I managed to whisper and within seconds, I realised that he had fallen asleep, leaving me wide-awake as I looked down at his hand that was on my hip, wondering how could I get up without waking him up again.

If it were up to my subconscious, I wouldn't want to leave this bed because it was really nice to have him so close to me. Nonetheless, I knew that the longer we stayed this way, neither of us making a move at all, I wouldn't be able to control myself from reaching out and touching him. I'd been restraining myself since I moved in and I wasn't sure if I, Tenley Beckworth, could control myself any longer.