“Waking up beside you, I’m a loaded gun
I can’t contain this anymore, I’m all yours
I’ve got no control, no control
Powerless, and I don’t care it’s obvious
I just can't get enough of you
The pedal’s down, my eyes are closed
No control”
It’s official. I’m happy. I’ve never been happier. Granted, I feel like I’ve got no control at all but I don’t freaking care. Since our date we’ve moved quite fast since we’ve known each other for so long. It’s less than a week later.
The chemistry between us was undeniable and I can hardly believe that I’ve just slept with the woman of my dreams. What is even more amazing is that she was the one who initiated going to bed together. She’s got total control over me. I’ve got no control over anything but I don’t mind.
She is sleeping peacefully in my arms and I couldn’t think of any other place I would want to be. She looks so innocent when she’s sleeping but the dirty images in my mind tells me otherwise. I love both sides of her. She’s everything I’ve ever wanted.
She stirs and her eyes flutter open. I could stare into those eyes for en eternity. Her cheeks turn flustered and she tries to hide her face beneath the sheets. I pull them aside.
“You’re beautiful,” I tell her. I should have told her that for the last four years every single day.
“Stop it,” she’s scolding but her voice is soft. She looks at me as if I’m not real and would vaporise into thin air at any moment. I don’t blame her; I feel the same way about her.
“I can’t contain this anymore,” I say and stopping for a beat. “I’m all yours,” I confess. You shouldn’t keep words like that unspoken and I’m edging to let her know.
She rolls her eyes at me, and chuckles. She might think I’m kidding but I’m not.
“Waking up besides you, I’m a loaded gun,” I continue.
She lifts the sheets covering us and wiggles her eyebrows. “I can see that,” she says with a smirk but slides out of bed while mouthing ‘later’. She’s only wearing one of my old T-shirt and panties and the light catches her frame, so that I can see every curve of her gorgeous body.
“I’ve really got no control,” I mutter to myself while shaking my head. She had complete power over me and she isn’t even trying.
“What’s that, babe?” she asks in reference to my utterance. She sends me a full teeth smile and I’m almost melting.
“I’m powerless, and I don’t care it’s obvious; I just can’t get enough of you,” I say. “Please be my girlfriend.”
A shadow of doubt flashes over her face but she shakes it off. She looked really worried for a second.
“Of course,” she says smiling but something seems off. I don’t question it because I’m just ecstatic that she agreed. I jump out of the bed and rushes to hug and kiss her. It turns into a tickle war and soon we collapse laughing on the floor. I love life at the moment.
I feel as if the petal’s down and my eyes are closed but I don’t feel scared at all because she’ll be by my side the whole time. Will we be all right or will we crash and burn?
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Solos from FOUR
FanfictionA short love story based on and inspired by Louis Tomlinson’s solos from the album “FOUR”. As we progress through the songs, so does their relationship.
