Desirable

~19. Sick

The following morning, Clementine awoke alone in her own bed. Louis had dropped her off last night after the dinner party was over. They were both equally exhausted and hated every second of being there. Except from the end, when Louis played the piano for her. The evening ended soon after he finished. 

Clem sits up and grips her duvet tight, leaning on her hands for support. She felt horrible. Her back was pulsing in waves of pain and her head spun like a tornado. She lets out a small whimper and opens her eyes, trying to focus on something that was absolutely still as a statue. Her mind cleared enough for her to move. 

She lays down on her stomach and grabs her phone from under her pillow. Her tired eyes winced at the screen. A smile creeps across her face at her lock screen - a picture of her and Louis cuddled up in his bed. She wore one of his sweatshirts and he was topless, his bare broad shoulders were shown in the picture. The perfect freckles on his light brown skin were visible. His dreads were messy but only a couple were hung over his face. 

He was laid on his back and she was laid on her side up against him, her head resting on his shoulder and the top of her head was touching his jaw. One of her arms were hung over his hard chest, keeping him close. A couple curls were on laid on her cheeks and she was softly smiling at the phone, held by Louis.

His mouth was stretching into a wide toothy smile, his eyes squinted. The freckles on his nose and cheeks stood out in the picture, more than they normally did. He looked so handsome that it was difficult for her to comprehend how she had found someone so amazing that loved her back. 

Opening her phone with her thumb's fingerprint, she taps on her Contacts and scrolls down until she sees his name. She presses on the Facetime symbol and adjusts her elbows on the bed and holds her phone in front of her. She grunts at the sight of herself on the screen first. Her dark hair was tangled and messy and the bags under her eyes were heavy. She felt bed for making Louis see her like this, it was not a pretty sight. 

The phone rings a total of 5 times before it stops and the small word is displayed for a few seconds: Connecting...

Butterflies emerged in her stomach as the screen changes, now showing the very man she was looking forward to seeing. She instantly smiles as she sees his gorgeous face, his hair looked wet and he was missing a shirt. He grins at the sight of his girlfriend, who he thought looked beautiful this morning. 

"Good morning, my gorgeous girl." 

"Morning, stupid. What are you doing?" she raises an eyebrow, hinting as to why his hair was wet and he was slightly out of breath.

"You caught me fresh out the shower," he winks at his phone, making her smile and look down for a few seconds. 

Louis walks out of his en suite bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist, holding his phone in front of his face so Clem could still see him. 

"How are you this morning, baby?" his voice was cheerful and full of life, which Clem could not relate to. She felt completely drained. 

She looks away and thinks of a reasonable answer that would not worry him. But everything she thought of would just be a big lie. She felt revolting, everything hurt and she wanted to vomit. Tears well up in her honey eyes and she sniffs. She hated crying, especially in front of people that thought so highly of her. 

"Louis I feel so fucking.." her quiet sentence trails off in sobs as tears escape her waterline. 

Louis' head shoots towards his phone, his eyes wide with worry as he drops his phone on the dresser and incredibly quickly gets dressed. He pulls on a hoodie, boxers and jeans and an old ratted pair of trainers. He ties his damp dreads back messily and picks up his phone again.