Look after you ~L.T~

Chapter 30

Billies POV

I wake up with the sunlight streaming through the white curtains, I look around the wood room and can't find Louis, I swing my legs over the bed and pull out some shorts and a vest, i walk over to the balcony doors and see Louis sunbathing on a deck chair, I walk over and sit on the one next to him.

"Hey boo" I kiss him in the cheek.

"Hey gorgeous" he smiles.

"This view is amazing" I stare at the view and it's truly amazing, it's out looking the sea and the sun is just coming up.

"Not as good as the one I'm getting" Louis responds,no turn around and realise that he's staring right at me.

"Has anyone ever told you how beautiful you are?" He asks, a twinkle in his eyes.

"Yes, you tell me everyday" I laugh.

"Well you should be told everyday, your so pretty"

"Right, I'll believe that when I see it" I scoff. He outs his finger up and walks into the bedroom, seconds later he returns with something but is can't see it. He shoves a shiny thing in my face and it takes me a few seconds to realise that he shoved a mirror in my face.

"See, you've seen how beautiful you are now believe it" He says like a stubborn child.

"Oh my god, I need to put a face mask on, my face is like sand paper, and my hair, do t even get me started on my hair, it needs to be shaved off and re-grown" I moan, winding him up.

"You need to accept the fact that your beautiful and don't need anything doing to your face or hair, the only thing that needs to happen to your face is it needs to be kissed by me" He smirks.

"Never!" I shout, I run into the villa and across the hallway to the kitchen. He follows me in and comes up behind me and starts hugging me.

I tilt my head to the side, exposing my white skin, he scatters my neck with kisses, leading up to my jaw, he makes his way to my lips but I pull away.

"Mr tomlinson, make me breakfast and then we shall go shopping then you may kiss me, maybe" I tease.

"What! That will be like hours!" He moans and pouts, I laugh and wrap my arms around his neck, I gently press my lips against his but pull away quickly.

"That wasn't a kiss!" He moans.

"Exactly, I wasn't joking, make me breakfast I'm starving" I walk out the kitchen and into the living room, I put on the TV and my favourite show is on, friends.

About ten minutes later Louis walks into the room with a bowl, I get excited and think that he has made me a bowl of fruit or something.

"What is this?" I look at the bowl of Cheerios.

"I told you, when it comes to cooking I make a good bowl of cereal" he smiles.

"I don't like Cheerios, you have this, I'll make my own" I moan and walk into the kitchen, I stop when I see fruit and all sorts of yogurt to have on it. I smile.

"Do you really think that I don't know you don't like Cheerios?" He asks.

"Why did you do this?" I ask in awe, he had laid every thing out in place, the cutlery was straight.

"Look at the note" he says.

"What not?" I ask in confusion. He huffs and pulls out a bunch of flowers from behind him.

"Oh my god, pink roses, their my favourite!" I gasp as I admire the beautiful flowers.

"I know" He nods. I look around the flowers and see a note sticking out of them. I take it out and read it.