Desirable

~51. Calvin Klein's

Clementine sipped from her drink with her amber eyes glued to the television in front of her, while her tall boyfriend slowly paces behind the couch she was sat on.

"No, Vi. I don't have to go. N-... shut up, no I don't." he grumbles with his phone up to his ear.

Clem reaches an arm behind her, "Give me it."

Louis sighs and follows her orders, giving her the phone.

"Violet, what is this all about?" she leans her elbow against the back cushion of the couch, sitting sideways. She puts the phone on speaker.

"There's a massive party tonight at Sophie's house and you guys have to come!" the blond begs.

The sheer mention of that name made Clem shiver; she was connected to Mason now and she hadn't been seen since the Sutra Nightclub. There was no way that Clementine would go to her party.

Clem swipes her hand across her neck rapidly, silently telling the dreadhead that she was out of the question. He flashes her a look of pleading before sighing and leaning down to talk into the phone.

"Clem can't go, she's still really sick and I'm staying to look after her." he excuses himself.

Truthfully, he didn't want to go either. He'd much rather stay in his apartment with the love of his life, cuddle and watch movies with her. That was his ideal evening.

"Louis, c'mon! It'll be fun, I promise. You don't even have to stay all night, you can leave after a minimum of one hour after you get there!"

"Vi, I don't want to go."

"Please! It's bad enough that Clem isn't going, so you need to go! I feel like I haven't seen you guys in ages," she audibly pouts, her voice growing quickly annoying.

Louis furrows his brows, his eyes closed and jaw tensed. After several seconds of silence, his groans.

"I can leave after an hour?"

"Yes! I'll even allow fifty minutes if you're really hating it!"

"God, I hate you."

"Great. The others and I will meet you there at half 8!"

Violet abruptly hangs up, so Clem drops the phone on the coffee table. Louis groans again and flops down beside her on the couch. He turns to her with a small grin on his freckled face.

"Can you give birth early so I have an excuse not to go?"

"I'm not even a month gone yet, it's gonna be a while before we can use that excuse," she giggles.

The smile on his face expands before he scoops up her small frame into his arms and sits her on his lap. She rests her hands on his broad shoulders and sighs in contentment.

"How are you feeling, beautiful?" he speaks softly, his chocolate eyes attached deeply to hers.

"I'm fine, I'd tell you if I wasn't." she rolls her eyes and smiles.

"You better. If you start feeling sick or anything when I'm out, call me and I'll come straight home, okay?" he grips her small waist with his big hands, gently squeezing her.

Her toothy smile stuck on her face, it was too strong to contain. She absolutely loved when he was like this.

"I know, Lou. I will, promise."

He smiles too, making his eyes squint and his small overbite show. He had a smile that robbed her of the breath in her throat - he was like a god. The freckles on his face and how his dreadlocks hung messily from his head, how his strong muscles tensed and the veins in his arms pop out - all of it made her lost for words.