Hopeless Romantics

Katherine

I felt Louis' fingers trail down my body as I tanned on the beach.

"I'm about to go surf. I figured you'd want to watch," he smiled as I opened my eyes.

"You know I wanna watch," I smirked and leaned on my elbows.

He grabbed his board and ran down to the water. He wasn't that great at surfing but he liked it and I loved watching him.

I played with the sand while the sun beamed down on my skin. The smell of sunscreen filled the air as I listened to the ocean crash against the shore.

I watched as the waves crashed against Louis' tanned body. His surfboard glided perfectly over the water.

After a while, he ran back over to me.

"Are you done for today?" I asked.

"Yeah I think so."

"That's too bad. I enjoyed watching you," I smiled.

He ran a hand through his salty, wet hair and reached for a cigarette.

"You're really gonna do that now?" I said.

"Baby," he started but I interrupted him.

"Don't do that. Don't say you're trying when you're not."

"But Katherine I am."

"Clearly you're not if you can't even resist the urge right now."

"Can you just stop, Katherine? You tell me this every time I smoke."

"Because I don't want you to do it."

"Please, just don't."

"Louis will you please put it out?"

"Baby, I won't smoke any more today. This will be my last time."

"I don't care, just put it out."

"No Katherine."

"Please Louis," I reached for his cigarette but he turned away from me, "Please just put it out."

"Katherine, stop!" He yelled and I froze, a tear running down my face.

"Take me home," I said quietly.

"Baby I'm sorry," he stroked my cheek, "I didn't mean to make you cry."

"Take me home," I said a little louder.

We packed up our things and left. The car ride home was quiet. I didn't feel like talking to him, or looking at him for that matter.

When we got home, I went upstairs and changed into a sweatshirt and jeans. I wanted to talk to Harry so I tried to leave without saying anything to Louis.

"Hey," he said, "Where are you going?"

"I think I'm gonna go over to Harry's."

"Okay, well drive safe," he said as I left.

I cried all the way to Harry's house. I tried to wipe my tears before ringing his doorbell but I couldn't stop crying.

He answered the door, "Hey, is everything okay?"

I shook my head.

"Why are you crying?" He reached his arms out and pulled me close. He rested his chin on my head as I squeezed him tight.

"Come in," he led me to the couch and we sat down.

"What's wrong?" He placed his hand on my back.

"Louis kind of yelled at me," I sniffled, "and I know he didn't mean it but it made me cry."

"Dammit I told him not to do that. He should know better."