Little Things..

Little Things..

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I could see bright sunlight entering the room through the window. I was all awake now. I tried to move over one side to get up, but than I realised that a warm hand was holding me around my waist from the backside. I was stunt and a little bit of scared, I tried to lose myself a little so that i could turn around to see who was it.. It was Louis, sleeping next to me. "He must have entered my room through the window at night!!" I wondered. I moved up a little to see the door lock!! It was a real relieve for me to find it locked. I moved back to my position again, next to Louis. I had the most wonderful thing in the world next to me. He was wearing a black full sleeve t-shirt which was probably very loose, and his brown feathered hair was all messy. He was so adorable and cute, just like a little baby. I firmly placed my blanket over him and kept on staring at his face. He woke up and gave a lovely smile at me, as he hold me around my waist tightly and pulled me closer to his side.
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