Quesoftheday: Do you have any favourite genre of music or you are more likely to go with the mood?

“Is his chemotherapy still going on?” Louis asks looking up at the sky.

“Yes, he’s getting worse day by day. It’s only to keep him with us for some more days maybe, nothing else.” I reply closing my eyes when Louis asks about dad’s illness.

We’ve been lying down on the beach for a long time. There’s a special bar by this beach where we have spend some fun time a while ago. The place was really interesting. It’s still attention-grabbing to me that how they managed to build such an environment where literally everything is made up of ice in this warm weather. Even when drinks were served, I realised that the glasses were made of ice.

To my surprise, Louis came out to be a pro in the Spanish dance called Flamenco and I looked like a penguin learning to ski for the first time. It was my first time experience, dancing with hundreds of people on the street with cheap beers on hand and it was beautiful, more beautiful to see Louis dancing.

“Can we spend the night here? In this beach? We can call it moon bathing though.” I tell looking at Louis who is lying down beside me.

“I told you earlier, the whole hotel thing is a wastage.” He nods, followed by a calm smile.

“I do realize now.” I smile and then sit up beside him.

“Let’s discover the night city.” I tell him excitedly, sliding in my toms beside me.

“It’s 2 am Oren, you need to sleep.” He scoffs.

“Who was talking about hotel wastage a while ago?” I roll my eyes at him.

“Well I thought you are going to sleep here.” He says more like a question.

“No, now come on.” I pull him up by his hand and he finally stands up.

“Now put this beanie on to look cuter.” I put the black beanie on his head and he surprises me by not saying a word. “Perfect walking banana.” I laugh sarcastically but control myself when I watch him coming closer.

He pulls it off of his head and shoves it away somewhere.

“Stop bossing around me and………………….”

He stops watching the nervous expression in my face. He takes a long breath looking at me and intends to mouth me a sorry.

“Louis?” I take a long breath looking at him, predicting the bad situation he has already created behind him by shoving the beanie in the dark. “If you can calm down the horrible thing behind you. I’d never boss around you again.”

Louis looks at me confusingly and then turns around. I take a closer look of the pitch black dog wheezing in front of us, the black beanie hanging with his right ear. I grab Louis’ hand tightly and squeak when a growl leaves its mouth.

“Soft puppy warm puppy little ball of fur, happy puppy sleepy puppy, purr purr purr.” I hear Louis singing and I get shocked hearing his melodious voice even in this situation.

He fucking sang one of the cutest song with one of the softest voice I’ve ever heard and I never expected it coming from this arrogant man.

“Louis?” My grip around his wrist tightens when I notice the dog takes a step ahead. “You know what’s better than impressing the dog with live orchestra?”

“Yes.” He whispers keeping his eyes on the dog. “3, 2, runnnnn!”

We start running on the beach holding each other’s hands as the dog keeps running after us.

“We’d jump behind that bush okay?” Louis asks panting heavily and I nod.

“Ouch.” I gasp as we both jump behind the bush and something hits my back.

Louis covers my mouth with his hand. I find my back leaned against Louis’ chest and his hand slips down my mouth when the sound of leaves chirping proves the dog isn’t here anymore.

“It was nothing less that running in front of the bulls.” I tilt my head a bit back and stop when my forehead touches Louis’ chin. I look at his eyes which is glowing in the dark. I blink and A shiver goes down my spine when his stubble touches my cheek, parting my lips slightly.

“Let’s………….” he clears his throat and helps me to stand up after standing up from the ground. “Let’s go back to the hotel tonight. Toady has been a tired day.” He tells and I nod not knowing what to reply.

//

“Oren stop right there! Don’t move.” Louis snaps behind me just after I hear the sound of him closing the door behind us.

“If you think there’s a cockroach in the room which is going to freak me out………..” I’m cut off by Louis’ soft breath near me as it hits my shoulders.

I don’t even take a step or turn around, I keep standing there without any movement, a numb feeling crawling on my whole body. Small goosebumps cover every inch of my skin when I realize Louis’ hand is on my lower back. My breathe fasts when his hand reaches the hem of my top.

“Louis w-what are you doing?” I try to turn around but he stops me by placing his hands firmly on my hips.

“I know what I’m doing. A think I should’ve done before, noticed before.” He tells and my eyes pop up when I hear him tearing up the fabric on my back.

“What the hell you think you are doing?” I shout and turn around at him, panting heavily to calm myself down. I cross my arms over my chest along with the fabric.

Louis closes his eyes and opens it again, rolling his eyes at me. He drags me to the washroom by my hand and makes me stand in front of the long mirror. All of a sudden the torn top in my hand falls down on the floor when he flips me around at him, causing my almost bare chest to touch his. I find my whole body paralyzed just under one of his hand grabbing my forearm tightly. His other hand moves to my hair, collecting all of them from my back and placing them on both sides of my chest.

“Turn around your face only and look at your back through the mirror,” he loosens the tight grip around my forearm, “Don’t be afraid, I’ll fix it.” He almost whispers cupping my cheeks, nodding sympathetically.

“Shit!” I cover my mouth with my hands when I find a deep cut on my lower back, a real deep cut around which blood has started to dry up.
It must’ve happened when I jumped behind the bush but how I didn’t realize! Now it’s paining as hell after watching it, how weird I’m!

“I’m sorry.” I whisper shamefully looking at Louis about whom lots of bad thoughts were taking place in my mind a while ago. "But you could've simply tell me, why you always choose action over words?"

“Come with me.” He leads me to the bed and makes me sit on the edge.

“Can you give me a button up shirt or something?” I tell looking at my feet, feeling embarrassed of wearing only a bra and shorts in front of Louis.

“Why? You’re insecure or shy? No need to feel any of them in front of a person who’s not interested to have a view of it.” He tells tilting his head on a side, wiggling his eyebrows.

I roll my eyes and stick up my tongue when he turns around from me. It’s not only I’m feeling shy or insecure, I just don’t find it appropriate to be like this in front of my boss, well Oren’s boss. She’d definitely chop me into pieces if she finds out how recklessly I’ve been presenting myself around Louis.

I need to be conservative but I can’t control myself when I see him being so disconnected with the rest of the world. I feel like he needs to understand the fact that he should smile more. If by dragging him to my peculiar world for a few moments begets me that trillion dollar smile, I won’t mind to act cheap.

He walks to his luggage and comes to me with a first aid box in his hands. He sits behind me on the bed and I see him taking out some kits from it through the dresser’s mirror beside me.

“Oh God! It’s burning as hell Louis!” I scream when he presses something cold on the cotton around my groan.

“Ssshhhhh………………….” He caresses his hand on my forearm and I squeeze his hand tightly, squeaking when he presses the soaked cotton around the cut.

I look at him through the mirror as he puts some ointment there before putting a Band-Aid over it. He then jumps off the bed and sits in front of me.

“How come you didn’t scream out of your lungs and die with this pain?” He smiles looking at me and I just sigh because I don’t even know the answer. “It’s probably the cactus.”

“It’s a small cut, it’ll heal soon.” I tell tiredly looking at him. “Thanks for being a doctor as you said earlier.” I smile looking down as the memories from out first day tingles me.

“It may be small but I’ve seen how deep it is. You're strong.” He smiles patting my shoulder lightly. “Now go to bed, I’ve something to do in my laptop so I’ve to be up all night. And don’t worry about your minimized dress up in front of me, you’re beautiful.” He chuckles standing up from the bed.

“And don’t lay down on your back, the groan is so fresh right now so it’ll hurt as hell.” He turns around and tells looking at me.

I nod and then lay down on the bed mouthing him a good night.

Why? You’re insecure or shy? No need to feel any of them in front of a person who’s not interested to have a view of it.

And don’t worry about your minimized dress up in front of me, you’re beautiful.

Yeah, same person said that, just different time.

His words from a while ago keeps thumping in my ears until I feel my eyelids getting heavy. He’s too difficult to read because stories change in different chapters but his mood changes in a swing of a second.

//

Warm, something warm makes me to open one of my eyes. I try to push up my body but fail. I sigh and finally manage to open my sleepy eyes.

“Holy shit!” I curse under my breath when I find my body is not on bed.

The warm trace which has woken me up in this morning is nothing but Louis, I’m laying down on him.

Damn I woke up with my sister's boss under me!

I stop myself from struggling with the strong arm which is snaking my waist when my eyes fall over his angelic face. A smile creeps in my lips when my fingertips reaches the freckles on his cheek, poking them lightly. I push away the hair tickling his forehead and take a close look of his face again.

“You’re the most beautiful, charming, annoyingly attractive bitch I’ve ever seen Mr. talking statue.” I whisper cupping his face, pouting.

“And you’re the first person I’ve ever seen in my life who moves once a minute while sleeping and nearly screamed in pain when your back was touching the bed every time and made me sleep under you so that I can hold you in place.” I pick myself up from Louis hurriedly and face palm myself mentally.

Shit! He wasn’t even asleep and he listened to me and saw what I did too.

I called him a bitch!

And attractive.

And annoying.

And cupped his face, poked his freckles and played with his hair and......

"Oh shut up you conscious subconscious!" I yell closing my eyes.

"Excuse me?" Louis yawns and drags me out of my mental fight.

“Oh you're excused but how can I understand that I don’t have to move when I’m sleeping?” I tell looking at him with a blank expression.

“You’re………………such a………..thing I’ll never understand.” He finally finishes the sentence mumbling for a few times.

He stands up from the bed and I burst into laughter once he’s behind the locked door of the bathroom.