Hopeless Romantics

Katherine

"So um," Louis started as we laid in bed, "tell me more about your dream."

"Oh god," I smiled, "you don't wanna know."

"I do. Maybe we could make some of it happen."

"I'm not fucking the boys," I laughed.

"No not that. But something must've happened in the dream that you liked."

"Maybe," I smirked.

"Tell me," he whined.

"Fine," I climbed on top of him, "you were like claiming me as your own and calling me a slut and like ordering the boys around making sure they were careful with me. It was just... hot."

"I thought you didn't like those degrading words."

"I didn't think I did. But I kind of like the idea of you calling me a slut," I stroked his face, "and I like it when you call me your little baby girl," my voice became more seductive.

"Mmmm I love calling you that," he kissed me.

I rubbed my hips against his body and he gripped my ass.

We suddenly heard the door open and I quickly threw myself off of him.

"Get up," my sister shouted.

"Oh my fucking god Veronica learn how to knock," I said.

"Geez I'm sorry. We need to start getting ready soon."

"Okay okay, now get the fuck out."

She left without closing the door all the way. I annoyingly got up and shut the door.

"Now," I turned around and leaned against the door, "where were we?" And walked back over to Louis.

I climbed on top of him and pulled his large shirt off of me.

"Baby, we really do need to get dressed," he laughed in between kisses.

"I know. Just kiss me first, please."

He lightly licked my lips before slipping his tongue in my mouth. I grabbed his hair tightly as we made out.

"Come on now Katherine," he pulled away.

I reached my arms up to him and whined as he walked over to the closet.

"I thought you'd be more excited about your bridal shower," he laughed as he threw on a nice, white button up.

"I am," I sat up, "I just don't wanna leave the bed."

"We'll have plenty of time to mess around afterwards."

"No we won't cause my fucking sister is here. God I wish she'd stay in a hotel or something. It's not like she can't afford it."

"But you have plenty of room for her to stay here."

"Yeah, but you know I can't stand her."

"I know pimiento," he walked over to me and kissed my forehead.

I got up and walked into my closet.

"What do you think I should wear?" I shouted to Louis.

"I don't know. Wear whatever you want."

I rummaged through my closet until I can across a simple, baby pink t-shirt dress. I decided to compliment it with a black, corset belt and a pair of light pink high heels with butterflies on them. I fixed my hair into a a bun with a few strands hanging in my face. I did a soft pastel makeup look and finished it with a nude lip.