Loneliness H.S

Chapter Ten

His eyes are closed, lips parted and his hair is spread out everywhere, yet he looks more beautiful than ever. His grip is firm around me and I don't want it any other way, feeling like even in his sleep his subconscious mind knows he doesn't want to let go of me. I lift my hand and move a piece of hair that has fallen on his face. His hair is soft between my finger as I curl it before letting go. A guy as attractive as him is rare to find, someone who can wear something extremely ugly yet make it look so good. His words from yesterday start playing in my head, and I can feel my cheeks turn red as if he only said it a few seconds ago. Does he really think I'm beautiful? "Of course," A sudden raspy voice says, and without even opening his eyes he knows I am wondering how he knew what I was thinking "You did that thing again." He tries to open his eyes, but the bright light from the sun makes him squint his eyes while they get used to the light.

"Oh," I answer immediately understanding what he meant by 'that thing'. Why do I always say my thoughts out loud when they are about Harry, and he is right by me. Why not when I'm thinking about what I want for breakfast, or my favorite song. Harry is the first person to ever call me beautiful that I can remember at least.

He turns around to look at his watch on the nightstand showing that it is about one o'clock. "Shit, I'm going to be late." He lets go of me and rush out of bed and start putting on a pair of pants.

"Late for what?" I ask curiously as to why he is in such a hurry all of a sudden.

"Nothing," He replies almost immediately, too quick for my liking. He pulls on a shirt and runs out the door quicker than humanly possible. I don't think much of it, instead, I lay my head back on the pillow trying to fall asleep again, still tired.

So he thinks I'm beautiful, but that can mean a lot of things. I think Louis is hot, but I don't have any romantic feeling towards him. Maybe that's what he meant. I am mad that he just ran out like that, not even telling me where he was going.

After some time I finally drift off to sleep again.

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"Mina, wake up I made breakfast," My eyes shoot open by the loud voice to see Louis standing beside my bed with a tray filled with food in his hands. He sits down beside me, and place the tray on my lap after I sit up. On the tray is two glasses, one filled with water and the other filled with milk, there are also two plates with omelets on them. I look down at the clock on his wrist to see that the clock is three, so I have slept for two more hours.

"Thank you," I say before we both start to dig in on the food. We only share a conversation filled with small talk, Louis is eating, and I am still very tired from just waking up so it was hard to make the conversation anything but. 

After we have eaten up everything Louis take our empty plates down to the kitchen, while I get dressed. I put on a pair of jeans and a sweater before following Louis downstairs. Louis is already sitting on the couch so I join him. "It's so fucking cold here," Louis whines, so I try to look for a blanket, but can't find any.

"Sorry, seems like Harry doesn't have any."

"Then come cuddle with me," Louis says while laying down, and without arguing I walk over to him and lay down beside him. He hold around me snuggling his head in my neck, however, I can't help but compare it to the way Harry holds me. Harry holds me tighter, makes me feel more at ease, and his body fits perfectly with mine. It isn't bad the way Louis cuddles with me, it's just not Harry.

"How're things between you and Harry?" Louis asks with his eyes closed.

"They're good. I mean I feel he's different now, you know" I say as I play with his messy hair, trying to get it in place. "He even called me beautiful."