Secrets

Chapter 69

Allison's POV

I'm scared to know what he's going to say. I love him. I don't want anything to happen to us. I have a weird feeling that it might end. Maybe soon. He wasn't looking at me. He was looking away from me. I pulled my hand away from his, moving away from him. I don't want to hear what I think he's about to say. I don't really want to even think about it. I shook my head, "Louis, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done that or even brought it up."

Before he could say anything I got up, walking up to our room. Possibly not our room anymore. I felt some tears start to form in my eyes. I closed the door behind me, grabbing one of my bags. I feel like I know what he was going to say down there. I just don't want to hear him say it. I started putting some clothes in it when I heard the door open. I heard him walk over to me as he grabbed my hands, stopping me. I don't want to look up at him. I know I have tears in my eyes and some of them running down my face. "Allison, love, what are you doing?"

I shrugged. I don't want to say anything. For some reason I'm scared to. He stepped closer to me, "Did you think I was breaking up with you?"

I guess I'm wrong about this. This is actually kind of embarrassing. I really don't want to look up at him right now. "Allison, baby, please say something or look up at me."

I really don't know what to say. I'm just used to pretty much everyone leaving. I don't mean to do anything wrong but everyone has pretty much left but my mom. I never thought my dad would but he did. I looked up at him. He looks upset. I don't want him to be upset. I've noticed that is something that I've done all day. Well since we got up. He pulled one of his hands away from mine, placing it lightly on my cheek. He wiped off some of my tears with his thumb, "Baby, I just want to talk. Honestly I think we have a lot to talk about now.''

"Okay."

He wiped off the rest of my tears, "Come here, love."

He pulled me closer to him, wrapping his arms around me. He kissed the top of my head, "I love you."

I mumbled, "I love you.''

I pulled away from him, sitting in the middle of our bed. He walked over, sitting on the edge. He grabbed my hand, playing with my fingers, "Allison, I don't get it. Why did you think I was going to break up with you?"

I looked back down, "Pretty much everyone I'm close to has left me. I'm scared you're going to want to leave me."

He moved closer to me, intertwining our fingers, "You don't need to worry about me leaving. I love you. I don't plan on going anywhere. I'm not going anywhere unless you make me go away."

I looked up at him, "Really?"

"Yes, Allison. Do you need me to prove it to you?"

I don't really know what to say to that. He moved closer to me and had our heads touching, "Do I need to make love to you the rest of today and all the night to prove it to you?"

I felt my heart start to race. I didn't expect him to ask that. I honestly don't know what to say. I do want to be with him. He pecked my lips but kept our heads touching, "Hmm? Are you going to answer that question? It's simply yes or no."

I'm still shocked by this. I just don't know how to answer. I felt him move his hand up, placing it over where my heart is. He pecked my lips again. "I feel your heart beating fast, love. I'm guessing that you want to do this.''

I whispered, "I don't get why you want to do this."

"I want to prove some things to you. I want to prove how much I love you, how much I need you and prove how much I love being with you like that. You need to know I'm not the only one that wants to do anything. Trust me, I always want to make love to you, finger you, eat you out, and even kiss you. Simply because I get a different feeling when I'm with you like that. I never had that before you.''