The Mess with the Message

Chapter 9: Silently Falling Deeper

Stoked and relieved to finally come up with this chapter. It's been a long time but I promise to lessen the wait. Thank you for your support so far and reading through your comments always makes my day.

Louis woke up to probably one of the best nights he'd ever had. Normally,a morning like this will be when he would have gotten laid but this wasn't that. It was better. He smiled as he watched Laurel breath. She was a beauty to beckon.Her hand was still stuck on his, somehow making him feel protected and warm. It was soft and moist. In his head, Louis couldn't help but wonder what it would be like if he woke up to this feeling every single day.
Still deep in thoughts, Laurel woke up.
" I'm s~sorry d~did I wake you up Laurel." Louis stammered feeling a little bit guilty.
" No you didn't Louis. Anyway, how're you feeling today? Did you sleep well?" Laurel asked as she placed her on Louis. She felt bad for him.
" I'm good, thanks for asking. I'm really really sorry for crushing at your bed though." Louis apologized.
" It's nothing. We're friends so don't feel that way. You can sleep here beside me for the rest of period we're in here." Laurel suggested
" You're an angel, you know that?" Louis smiled at her as he got up from the covers
Laurel couldn't help but blush. Though she knew it was a little bit weird to sleep with a guy who she could be liking, she knew that he needed her and she'll do her best to be there for him.

She watched as Louis got up from the bed. He had a great body. Wonder why he's not an athlete. His jawline could be used as a kitchen knife and those abs were perfect. He was a magnetic force of a man. And to believe she'd subscribed herself to a 3 day bed sharing situation was nerve wrecking but in a good way.What was she even thinking?. Yes she wanted the best but was she prepared for the worst? She could see that Louis was a mess,but was he the mess with the message?
" I'll go make us breakfast. Pancakes?"
" Yea. I'll use the bathroom as you cook."
" Cool..." Louis said. Before he could reach the door,he heard Laurel call him he looked back and all he could see was Laurel smiling as she said thank you. Louis smirked as he went for the kitchen. He put on some music and danced as he made the batter. He pulled out some blueberries from the fridge and made some syrup for the pancakes.
Laurel appeared from the bathroom wearing a long baggy T-shirt. Her nipples made Louis almost burn the last pancake. She was smelling like lavender and peppermint, a rare combination but a delicious one.Louis loved it. Her hair was tied to a ponytail and her face was still better with no make up on.
" Everything here smells amazing." Laurel couldn't help but crave for the pancakes Louis had prepared. Never in her wildest dreams could she imagine Louis could cook.
" Give them a try and tell me what you think about them."
Louis was amazed at how Laurel gobbled down the pancakes. In his mind,he hoped that he'd always be cooking for her... For her whole lifetime if possible.
After breakfast, Laurel insisted on doing the dishes, even after ten minute persuasion from Louis. The school had scheduled for them optional activities during their staying at the bootcamp.
" What are your plans for the day,will you join the others?" Laurel asked.
" I came here just to relax,I don't think I'll be doing much of the school stuff." Louis said pulling out his guitar.
" Well,in that case we both have the same mission here."
" I would like to take you somewhere, that's if you don't mind."
" Where is that?" Laurel queried, curious to know where they were going with a guitar on Louis' hand.
" It's a surprise."
Louis led Laurel to the lake which was a five minute walk from their cabin. The lake stretched serene and untroubled to the opposite shore where a hiker can still encounter bears and cougars. There could be no better hunting ground than the majestic and serene mountain ranges for these shutterbugs. The air was refreshing and the sound of the birds made it even better.
" This place is fucking awesome." Laurel couldn't help but let that one out. She was a lover of nature and Louis pulling this out for her made her heart melt.
"You like it?" Louis asked knowing very well she did. Her eyes had grown wide and her smile was priceless. Louis felt like a real gentleman. He had never done such thing before but seeing how Laurel loved it,he wasn't that bad after all.
" I freaking love this place Louis!" She stretched her hands out as she took a deep breath of the fresh air, her hair slightly blown away by the wind.
" I want to play you something, give a VIP experience. " Louis said as they both sat down at the shore of the lake.
" You sound like you're proposing to me." Laurel joked. Though it was obviously a joke, Louis wished it would that way. It was now clear that he liked Laurel and nothing could change that.
He pulled out a piece of paper from his shirt pocket and started singing as he played his own composition. It was more of a spoken word rather than a song.

Darling is the name I'd want to call you when I look into your eyes
Engulfed in flames of your love is the place I'd want to lay my naked soul and body
Resting your body and thoughts as we talk about love is like a dream come true

In you,I can't find any fault yet in some way I can't get a hold of you
Charming you are, but you spoil that with inconsistencies
Kindly put it in your head that I like you, and it's hard stopping that

Laurel was amazed by Louis skills. He managed to showcase both emotions and his vibrant talent. She watched him as he played and that moment itself was priceless. His dark brown eyes and caramel skin made her want to down herself in his kisses. But it was delicate and moreso her best friend was crushing on him so she had to let it go.
In Louis' mind all he wanted was Laurel to feel special, like how she made him feel even though she never realised it.

In her head, Laurel tried to figure out what the poem meant, hoping that the words were for her while Louis in his mind tried to know if his messy head head delivered the message. They both had answers but were afraid to answer.