from the moment i walked in, his energy was different. more playful but also... charged. i couldn't quite put my finger on it, but i could feel it. every look, every touch seemed deliberate, like he was holding himself back.
"hey, blue," he said, smirking as he stood in the doorway, leaning against the frame with that casual confidence that made my stomach flip.
"hey," i replied, smiling as i stepped inside.
"what's with the look?"
"what look?" he asked, his smirk deepening.
"that one," i said, pointing at his face. "you look like you're up to something."
"maybe i am," he said, shrugging before closing the door behind me.
we settled into the living room, and for a while, it was just like any other day. we were sitting on the couch, talking about random things, him teasing me about how i always order the same thing at every restaurant, and me trying to get him to admit he has a favorite movie (which he still refused to do).
but then, somewhere along the way, the mood shifted.
he reached out to tuck a strand of hair behind my ear, his fingers brushing against my cheek.
"you've got paint in your hair again," he said, his voice soft but teasing.
"occupational hazard," i replied with a laugh.
his eyes lingered on me, and i felt my breath hitch. "you're mine," he said suddenly, the words low and possessive, sending a shiver down my spine.
"louis..." i started, but he cut me off by leaning in, his lips brushing against mine in a kiss that was anything but gentle.
before i knew it, my back was against the wall, his hands gripping my waist as his body pressed against mine. his hand slid up to my neck, his thumb brushing against my jaw as he deepened the kiss
"you have nice hands," i whispered when we finally pulled away, my voice barely audible.
he chuckled, his breath warm against my ear.
"yeah? you like them?"
i nodded, feeling heat rise to my cheeks.
"good," he said, his tone laced with amusement. "because they're gonna be all over you."
i let out a shaky laugh, and he grinned, clearly pleased with himself.
"come here," he said, patting his lap as he sat back down on the sofa.
i hesitated for a moment, but the look in his eyes told me there was no point in arguing. i climbed onto his lap, straddling him as his hands found their way to my hips.
"good girl," he murmured, his voice rough but gentle, and i felt my face heat up even more.
"you can't just say things like that," i said, hiding my face in his shoulder.
"why not?" he ask is tone teasing. "you're cute when you're flustered."
i rolled my eyes but didn't move away, instead relaxing into his touch as he ran his hands up and down my back.
for a while, we just sat there like that, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on my skin while i rested my head against his shoulder. it felt safe. like nothing else in the world mattered except for us.
then, out of nowhere, he went quiet.
i pulled back slightly to look at him and realised that i was playing with the necklace he always wore, his brows furrowed in thought.
"what's on your mind?" i asked softly.
he looked up at me, his blue eyes searching mine. "like, in the manliest way possible," he said, his voice low and almost hesitant, "i need you or i'm gonna cry."
i couldn't help but laugh, the sound light and genuine. "how i like my men," i said, grinning at him.
he smirked, shaking his head. "you're unbelievable."
"takes one to know one." i replied, leaning in to kiss him again
this time, the kiss was slower, more tender, like we were both trying to savor the moment. when we finally pulled apart, he rested his forehead against mine, his hands still holding me close.
"i want you," he said, his voice barely above a whisper.
"you have me," i replied, my heart swelling at the sincerity in his words.
and in that moment, i realized that i didn't just want him, i needed him, too.
as we settled into the sofa, his arm wrapped around my shoulders and pulling me closer, i couldn't help but feel this overwhelming sense of comfort. louis wasn't always the most openly affectionate guy, but when he did show it, it was in these small, quiet moments.
"you're awfully quiet tonight," i teased, tilting my head to look up at him. "usually, i can't get you to stop talking."
he smirked, but there was something softer in his eyes. "just enjoying the peace, bluey. you're not exactly a chatterbox yourself right now."
"well, excuse me," i said dramatically, resting my hand on his chest. "am i supposed to carry the conversation all the time?"
"you're good at it," he said with a shrug, his smirk fading into something more sincere. "but... i don't mind the quiet with you. it's different. better."
i raised an eyebrow, surprised by the honesty in his voice. "different how?"
he hesitated, his hand moving absentmindedly to play with the hem of my sleeve. "i dunno. just... easier, i guess. with other people, it's always felt like work. like i had to try to be something. but with you..." he trailed off, his fingers brushing against mine. "it's just not like that."
my heart did a little flip at his words, and i leaned into him, resting my head against his shoulder. "you know you don't have to try with me, right? you're enough just as you are."
he let out a quiet laugh, but it wasn't his usual sarcastic one. it was softer, almost disbelieving. "you're the first person to ever say that and mean it."
i sat up slightly, turning to face him. "lou..."
he shook his head, avoiding my gaze. "no, it's fine. it's just... i've always been shit at this kind of thing. relationships. commitment. i'd get in my own head, start thinking it's not worth it, or that i'd just mess it up, and then i'd pull back before it could get real."
"and now?" i asked quietly, my heart pounding.
he finally looked at me, his blue eyes searching mine. "now? now i don't want to pull back. you're the first person i've wanted to stay for. the first person who makes me think maybe i'm not so shit at this after all."
i couldn't stop the smile that spread across my face, and i reached up to cup his cheek. "you're not. not with me."
he leaned into my touch, closing his eyes for a moment before opening them again. "you have no idea how much i needed to hear that."
"well, get used to it," i said softly, my thumb brushing against his cheek. "because i'm not going anywhere."
he smiled then, a real, genuine smile that made my chest feel like it was going to burst. "you're too kind for your own good."
"i told you, you can be nice." i teased, leaning in to press a kiss to his cheek.
he pulled me closer, resting his forehead against mine. "you're gonna ruin me, you know that?"
"good," i said with a grin, and he laughed, the sound vibrating against me.
we stayed like that for a while, just holding each other, the tv playing quietly in the background. for the first time in what felt like forever, everything felt... right. like we were exactly where we were supposed to be.
"hey," i said after a while, breaking the comfortable silence.
"yeah?"
"i like this," i admitted. "being with you like this. it feels... safe."
he looked down at me, his expression soft. "good. because that's all i want to be for you."
i knew without a doubt that thisโwhatever it was , we hadโwas worth holding onto.
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