Desirable

~13. Dress

"FUCK-!" Louis whispers as his body collides with the hard ground.

It's around midnight and he's stood outside Clementine's house, trying to find a way up to her. He tried so hard to go to sleep without her but found it practically impossible. His body felt uncomfortable and his arms mourned the loss of her body tight within them. Over the weeks they had spent together and sleeping in the same bed every night, he grew used to having her with him. So much that it felt wrong being apart from her.

Laying in bed, he missed every little thing about her. To the way she smelled, which was always a delicious scent of a strawberry and vanilla fusion, to her short warm breaths against his skin, to the way her dark curls tickled his neck and chest, to the quiet noises she made when she moved around, draping her arms and legs around him to get comfortable. He missed everything about her.

It was like Louis was a needy toddler who could not fall asleep without his favourite teddy bear. 

Trying out a different tactic, he steps up on to a narrow concrete window sill on the first floor. Throwing himself to the side, he hugs a drain pipe attached to the wall and begins scuttling upward. He was aware that he looked unbelievably stupid and hoped to God that no one was watching him. It was pitch black outside, so thankfully the chance of getting caught was small. The only light provided for him was the dull light from nearby lamp posts, dotted around the sidewalks.

Louis climbs up to the second story of the house until he's level with Clementine's window. Leaning to the left, he slides the window up and sighs with relief as it's unlocked. The drain pipe shakes and rattles under his muscular weight. Afraid of breaking it, he launches himself over and clings on tight to the edge of her open window.

His big feet bash against the outside wall as he dangles there, letting out quiet grunts and squeals. Clinging on to her window with his hands, he makes the mistake of looking down. His stomach churns and he quickly pulls himself up and into her bedroom. His body crashing down to the safe floor, breathing rapidly.

Clementine gasps and sits up, rubbing her eyes violently. Her eyes were barely open and it was very dark so she could not identify the intruder.

"Dad?" her asks out loud, her voice a soft but concerned tone.

"No, it's Louis. But you can call me daddy if you want," he winks and grins even though she can't see him in the dark.

Her eyes adapt to her awakened body and she sees the tall figure stood in front of her window, she watches him close it so the warm temperature is contained. His comment burns her cheeks and she switches her bedside lamp on then she lays back down, rolling her eyes. The soft light gave her a view of her boyfriend as he undressed.

"Why are you here? And couldn't you just go through the front door?" she rests her head against the pillow and watches him take off his hoodie and shoes, leaving him in just a pair of sweatpants.

He looked so effortlessly attractive, his torso was perfectly defined especially in the warm lighting of her bedroom, his chocolaty skin looked smooth with a honey tone. 

"I couldn't sleep and I missed you so I put two and two together.. and came over," he grins widely, climbing into bed with her. "I tried the front door but it was locked."

Clem hums in response and gets comfortable with her back towards him, one leg bent as if Louis was under it.

Louis runs his hand over her rounded butt before giving it a sharp slap. She flinches and whines, pulling the duvet over her so he couldn't slap it again. Louis chuckles and hugs her from behind so her back is pressed against his chest.