Look After You

Ch 14: Only One Week

Claire's POV

*The next day*

"NO! YOU CHEATED! AMORPHOUS IS NOT A WORD!" I rolled over in bed to hear Lily scream from downstairs. I was planning on spending most of the day in bed, reliving Louis and my date yesterday. But no.

My extremely loud sister had to ruin it.

"YES IT IS!" That was an English accent. So that ruled out Niall. If it was Louis, he'd have come upstairs and woken me. That left Harry, Liam, or Zayn. I pulled my hair up in a ponytail and stomped downstairs.

Crap. Three extremely hot guys were in the living room, playing Scrabble with my thirteen year old sister. Lily was glaring at Zayn, which was a mystery in itself. Last time I checked, she was still having issues forming words when Zayn was around. I tried to sneak back upstairs before they saw me, but Liam looked up from the game board and smiled.

"Claire, good morning." Sigh. His accent was to die for. I like Louis and everything but I can appreciate Liam's cuteness.

"Um good morning Liam. I don't normally look like this in the morning." Lily looked up from the game and smirked at me.

"Actually she always does." I'm so going to murder her later.

Seriously.

I glared at Lily, who ignored me. Harry was watching this little sister exchange and was chuckling. Zayn was putting down another word on the game board. I was glad to see that my friends and my sister were getting along, but where was Louis?

I sat down on the couch next to Harry and poked him.

"Harry, where's Lou? He hasn't texted me this morning and..."

"You're worried," Harry said, smiling cheekily at me. "Poor Claire and Boobear."

"Shut up Styles. I don't even know why I asked you." I turned to Liam, who was tallying up the scores for the round.

"Zayn has 110 points, I have 95, Lily has 76, and Harry has 45."

"Noo!" Lily screamed. "I'm LOSING." She dramatically shoved her head into the couch. Zayn laughed, but I was more interested in finding out where Louis was.

"LiLi?" I asked. "Where's Louis?"

Liam scratched his head and looked at Harry and Zayn quizzically.

"Now that I think about it, I haven't seen him this morning.. Zayn did he come down for breakfast?"

Zayn shook his head. "I don't think so mate. I saw Niall this morning, he said something about a Skype date?" Even though I was worried about Lou, I couldn't help but grin when I heard this. I stood up and ruffled Zayn's hair, ignoring his protests.

"I'm going to go call Louis now, k?" I walked upstairs and into my room. I shut the door behind me and locked it. I turned on my phone. I smiled at the background. It was a picture of Louis and me on the yacht yesterday. I had my eyes semi-closed but I was grinning like a love-struck idiot. Louis had his arms wrapped around my waist and was kissing my cheek. It was officially the most adorable picture ever. I dialed Louis's number and waited for him to pick up.

"Ello?" His voice sounded rougher than usual.

"Hey Lou, it's me. I was just wondering if you were ok?" I laid down on my pillow but then shot back up when I heard his reply.

"Actually Claire, I'm not. Can you meet me on the beach in five?" He sounded really sad, it was starting to worry me.

"Ok, sure." I hung up the phone and sat there for a minute. What was going on? He seemed fine yesterday....

I pulled on shorts and a white tank top. I quickly brushed my hair and ran downstairs. When I entered the living room, everyone looked up. Niall was there too.

"Hey Ni, how are you?" He smiled at me, showing his adorable braces.

"I'm great!" he said with way too much enthusiasm. I winked at him. "And how is my best friend?"

Niall blushed, staring at his feet. "She's fine. She says hi." I grinned, mentally fangirling. Maybe one day we'd both be dating One Direction. That would be amazing. My phone buzzed and I saw that Louis texted me.

From Louis: Where r u? We really need to talk.

That was never good. "Talk" meant bad thing were going to happen. My smile faded and I left the room without saying goodbye. I opened up the back door and jogged down the deck. Louis was standing on the beach, staring at the ground. His hair was mussed up and he was wearing sweats. I walked quietly towards him, but when he looked up, I ran to him. His eyes were teary and dull.

He opened up his arms just before I got to him. I wrapped my arms around his neck and clung to him. He held on tight, then pulled away.

"What's wrong?" I asked, looking at him. I'd never seen him like this before, even when a fan tweeted that Kevin died.

"My-my mum's sick," he said, brushing away what looked like a tear. My heart broke, I hated seeing him like this.

"So why don't you go back to England?" He looked away, then pulled me close and kissed me. And there it was... that spark. I broke the kiss and Louis buried his face in my hair. "I don't want to leave you," he mumbled.

I swear to God, he's so freakin adorable but he can be the biggest idiot.

I pulled away and put my hands on my hips. He reached for me, but I danced out of the way.

"Claire, come backkk," he whined. I shook my head.

"Louis, why don't you want to leave me? Your mom's sick," I asked curiously. He sighed and grabbed my hands.

"I don't want to leave you because I-" He stopped talking for a minute. I let him think. Finally, Louis seemed to make up his mind.

"Claire, will you be my girlfriend?" He asked shyly. I froze for a minute, was I dreaming?

Nope. I was awake.

"Of course I will, silly." I poked him. "But as your girlfriend, I demand that you go home."

He mumbled something to himself. "Fine, but only for one week. I'll miss you too much," he said, winking at me.

I giggled, but mentally, I was crying. Just my luck.

Louis Tomlinson finally asks me to be his girlfriend, then he leaves for a week.

Story of my life.