Chapter Four: Morning in the Larry Stylinson Flat
My eyes opened to see that I was cuddling up to Louis quite closely, so I moved back over to my side to extinguish any future awkwardness. Now I was awake and I might as well get up. I grabbed my ukulele case and snuck out to the sitting room. I always had to play a song when I woke up, I liked to start my day with some nice vibes. The window sill was chilled, but I dealt with it and sat cross legged towards the light. The first notes sent goose bumps on the back of my neck, and I began to sing quietly. The feeling of singing was pure ecstasy. This was always my favorite part of the day and- “Hello? Excuse me but who are you?” Harry Styles was standing there with a girl behind him, I was not prepared for this, “And what’re you doing wearing Louis’ clothes?” I stepped of off the sill.
“I… um…” I would’ve proceeded in my idiocy if Louis didn’t walk in.
“Harry chill, it’s just my friend Paije, she couldn’t find a place to stay last night so she crashed here.” His hair was messed, and he looked so silly in baggy clothes, not the Louis you see all over tumblr. He seemed a bit annoyed that Harry was so irritated by this situation, “It’s not like you never have any ‘special guests’ over.” Louis cut off the conversation and stormed to the kitchen.
Harry stood, put in his place but swiftly changed the mood, “I’m Harry, and this is my friend Emily.” He held out his hand and I shook it, then I nodded towards Emily. All of this was all still a shock, I was in a house with Larry, all so new and overwhelming, but I’d say I’m handling it pretty well.
Harry turned to Emily and said, “Ginetta will be here soon, so we better get dressed,” She nodded and put on a smile, I saw right through it. She was hurt, she obviously had feelings for Harry. According to the tabloids, Ginetta was Harry’s new girl friend.
I walked into the kitchen nook to see what Louis was up to, “I’m sorry about that, he’s just a bit rude sometimes.” He put his hand on my shoulder to assure the apology, “Oh and you’re an excellent cuddler!” he laughed over the eggs steaming in the pan.
“Hey, I was asleep!” Louis turned away from the eggs and put his hands firmly on my waist.
“Don’t pretend you didn’t like it,” he bent is torso to press his forehead against mine, “I know I did.” He then slid his head up and pressed a kiss on my forehead. He backed up and forth back to his cooking.
“We’re going to the movies with everyone today, some movie about friends only having sex but not building a relationship, I don’t know it’s from America. But it’s suppose to be quite the laugh. Oh! And you’ll be meeting Zayn’s girlfriend Amber today as well.” Yikes! I always tried to avoid movies with sex on early dates to avoid any tension or awkwardness. So I decided to provide a little white lie.
“I already saw it, it came out a while ago,” he looked a little disappointed. “Sorry Lou, how about we see the Muppets?”
“Well I guess, if that’s your cup of tea,” He slid his foot around the heel of the other, and waited for an answer.
“Yeah sounds good to me, is it okay with everyone else?” I smiled, trying to get him to, and it worked.”
“Eh, we’ll do our own thing, I owe you remember?”
“Owe me? Lou, you let me, a crazed fan you met the other day, stay in your flat, in your room! And you say you owe me?” He smiled as if what I said was the cutest thing he’d heard all day, confusion washed over me as I looked blankly around the room.
“Pea,” he’s given me a nick name? My world froze, I needed time to think about this. He kissed my forehead a moment ago, so does he like me? I like him, but I always have, I’m a directioner. Where were we going with this? This was all happening in a huge rush, if he wanted me to stay here, would I? “I can’t even put into words how important that night was to me, I loved feeling normal again. Fame is great but you can never have a break, and you gave it to me, I’ll always owe you something.” I understood a bit more now but I had to ask him about what exactly we had.
“Wow, it was a phenomenon for me, but I didn’t know it was that great for you. I have to ask you something…um, do you uh…like…me?” I sounded childish, so middle school.
“Of course I do, you’re great!” he double fisted in the air with delight.
“No, but like me, like a crush,” my words trailed off and I looked at the cabinets, not at him.
“Actually, yes, I do.” A great breeze of relief blew me over, and Lou as usual, still smiling like a goof… a very attractive goof. He pinched my shirt with his fingers and pulled it, “ As much as my clothes do flatter you, you should get changed and I’ll have breakfast ready when you’re done.” He shooed me out of the kitchen.
Harry and Ginetta were sitting “lovey-dovey” on the couch as I moved past to Lou’s room. The bed was ready made and my bags were arranged on the bed in a little pyramid. I pulled out the bottom two, so the top case fell between them. I un-zipped my first bag, but it was all pajamas and shoes. Then I opened the second one and a little post-it lay on my beige lace shirt that read, “Wear this one! :)” I recognized the smiley face from looking at Lou’s signature so many times. It was a little weird that he went in my bag, but honestly it was the cutest thing anyone had done for me in a while.
I pulled out white shorts and a black bandeau and pulled them on. My hair tickled my back through the lace, so I put it into a French braid to shorten it. I curled my eye lashes, and put on my toms in honor of being in Louis Tomlinson’s house. Damn, this is still so surreal. I looked at myself in the mirror and said to myself, “This is the person Louis Tomlinson likes. He likes you. YOU. Enough confidence for ya’?” I’d always had a confidence issue, and doing silly things like this always seemed to help me. Now that I felt ready I went out to eat breakfast.
Lou was sitting at the table playing with his eggs, he looked at me wearing the shirt then back at his eggs and tossed them around some more with a smirk of satisfaction. I pulled out a chair and sipped my orange juice, it tasted great. Shit, that meant I forgot to brush my teeth. Eh, I’ll just chew some gum.
He started to hum something, at first I couldn’t make out what song it was, but then I realized it was Kiss Me by Ed Sheeran, one of his best songs, which reminded me that I had an opportunity to sing with Lou before we set out for the cinema. “I always find it harder to sing infront of a friend, rather than a group of strangers,” I said to break the ice.
“Wait, you sing?” He must not have heard me this morning.
“Ha, yes I do actually, but I’m afraid of judgment so not many people have heard me,” I could almost feel what he was going to say next.
“Well can you sing for a little boy like me?” a cheesy smile fooled me into starting almost immediately, I chose to sing Kiss Me because he was just humming it and it was the first thing to com eto mind.
“Kiss me, like you want to be loved, you want to be loved , want to be loved. This feels like falling in love, falling in love, falling in love…that was so hard for me to do, do you understand that you’ve been my idol for the longest time? Aha, I mean you still are, but you feel me?” I got nervous all of sudden, I had just song for 1/5th of One Direction.
He tossed his fork down and clapped with astonishment. Was I really that good? I guess I was. “Absolutely wonderful, beautiful, magical!” I bowed as he sat back down. “As much as I’d love to stay here and sing all day, our film will be starting soon, so shall we?” He rolled his hand out like he was welcoming me to a Victorian dance.
“Of course, dear sir,” I took his hand and we danced towards the door. I hadn’t felt happy like this in awhile, and he seemed to be too.
I slipped my jacket on when the doorbell rang, I raced him to the door and looked through the peep hole. My breath was taken, behind the door in front of me stood Eleanor Calder.
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