Stay With Me.

Lindsay's POV

"Lou exit here!" I yell over the loud music playing around us in Louis' range rover, pointing and waving wildly towards the exit we are about to miss. I cover my eyes with the palm of my hands as i feel the car swerve through multiple lanes, cars honking our way but i refused to look.
"You can open your eyes now Linds, we made it out alive!" Louis say through a hysterical laugh, as if it was the funniest thing ever. Sure enough we are now driving on a two lane street, far gone from the highway. I let out a sigh of relief along with a nervous laugh, mostly because we managed to stay alive after an hour of Louis' hectic driving.

I send Harry a quick text letting him know we almost died but survived. It was meant to be funny but of course Harry took it the wrong way, sending millions of texts asking if i was okay and scolding Louis for his terrible driving. I giggle like a school girl before shooting him a quick text back.
"Oi! Who has you blushing and giggling like an eight year old?" Louis calls out, leaning over the center console trying to look at my screen as we come to a stop at a red light. I raise my phone away from him, i was not willing to let him know i was flirting with Harry the entire drive to my parents.
"None of your business Tommo! Im a grown woman, cant i flirt in peace?" I call back, playfully shoving him away when i see that the light has turned green. He simply nods, turning his attention back to the road.

The next ten minutes was spent in a peaceful silence, we were approaching our destination according to the GPS opened on my phone. I look out my window as we turn into the street my parents live on, i suddenly feel a mixture of nerves and excitement. I haven't seen my parents in over eight years, ever since i moved to the states. I know im a terrible daughter but hey i call them weekly if not daily! We pull up to the driveway of a small but cozy house minutes later, I jump out the large SUV only seconds after we come to a complete stop. I race towards the front door, leaving my duffle bag in the back of the car along with Lou's. I knock and ring the door bell repeatedly, Louis barely manages to catch up with our belongings in hand before the front door opens revealing a familiar petite lady, my mother.

"Surprise!" I cheer, waving my hands in the air, i can hear my mother's breathe hitch in shock. We don't waste any time, wrapping each other in a tight embrace as soon as she gets out of her shock. I can feel my mothers tears land on the crook of my neck but i don't mind.
"Richard get over here! Lindsay is home!" my mother calls back into the house as soon as we get out of our embrace. She notices Louis then, still standing by the doorway with a fond smile across his face.
"Oh my goodness, Louis Tomlinson! Love, i barely recognized you! Look at you," my mother beams up at Lou's tall figure, her tiny hands running over his now shaved cheeks, "You've grown into such a handsome young man" she continues to gush, and seriously it's embarrassingly cute.

"Its a pleasure to see you again Mrs. Evans! Lovely home by the way" Louis greets back, placing a sweet kiss on her cheek, causing her to blush. I turn my attention away when i hear my father approaching. I immediately jump into his already open arms. I take a good whiff of the familiar faint smell of peppermint tobacco on his sweater vest.
"So good to see you again pumpkin, i thought we would never see you again besides on magazine covers" my father beams, causing us all to laugh. He goes on to tell us that my mother buys every magazine i have ever been on, causing a familiar warmth to form in my heart. I walk over to Louis, taking a hold of my duffle bag that he was still carrying. My mother eyes us suspiciously but doesn't say anything until she sees the bags in our hands.

"Oh dear, Lindsay you should have told me you were coming over. I would have prepared both guestrooms, only one is in good shape to stay in" my mother says, stress written over her face. She wasn't a big fan of surprises, never liking to not be unprepared when it comes to guest. I look over to Louis who simply shrugs, as if he already knows what im thinking.
"Mother, me and Louis can stay in the guest room together. I mean we are all adults here" I put my suggestion out on the table. I look over to Louis for back up.
"Only if that is okay with you Mr. Evans" he adds, looking over to my father, clearly remembering how old fashioned he is. I almost expect him to object but he simply nods his head, saying it was reasonable. I turn back over to my mother who looks uneasy but smiles either way.

"Alright then. You can go place your bags in the room, its the third door on the right. Ill go get started on dinner, you two look starved!" my mother cheers, pointing down the hallway on the left before walking back towards the kitchen. I tug on Louis' sleeve as i lead the way to the guest bedroom. It was beautifully decorated, i could tell no one has stayed here in ages but it was clean and dust-free either way. I place my bag on the chair on the far corner of the room before turning to see Louis eye the bed with wide eyes. I follow his gaze and realize what he is thinking. The bed was rather small, i mean we can manage but it will be a tight fit for sure.
"No silly business Tommo" I playfully warn before heading to the kitchen to help my mother with dinner.

Dinner was lovely, Momma Evans made marinated chicken and homemade mash with white wine as the beverage. We talk nonstop throughout dinner, catching up on years worth of gossip and news. I tell my parents and Louis about my upcoming modeling project, receiving many praises from all three.
"So, how did this happen? I mean..." my mother begins, pointing between the two of us. She wiggles her eyebrows playfully, i immediately feel my cheeks burn pink. Oh gosh, i hope she doesn't think we are together...
"We reunited on Friday for the ten year high school reunion held at our high school. Can you believe its been ten years?" Louis answers expertly, bringing the wine glass to his lips. I nod when my mother and father look my way for further explanation.

"Yeah it was great! I got to see the whole gang again it was great!" I gush, receiving fond smiles from my parents.
"Oh my goodness, has it already been ten years? You two still look so young and full of life," my mother beams, looking up at the ceiling clearly reminiscing, "i remember you and Harry would always be over when you all were only little rascals," she continues to laugh at some silly memory she shares with the rest of us. I laugh at that, clearly remembering the first time i brought the two boys over. My father wouldn't allow them into my bedroom so we always had to hang out in the living room where my father was in a hearing and seeing range.

We continue to share pleasant memories of our childhood, my mother even dares to pull out one of my old scrapbooks i made during high school. We flip through the pages, my eyes watered at least twice as all the memories flood my mind.


(NOT my edits or pictures)

"Oh my gosh!" I giggle as i find a picture of me holding a wine bottle in Perrie's room. I remember it was Louis idea to sneak one of her mother's wine bottle from the cellar to her room. That is when my negative addiction of wine started. Louis is rolling on the floor laughing at a few more ridiculous drunk pictures, my cheeks heating up as i begin to realize my mother has seen all of these. I take a picture of the picture of me and Harry when we were way younger, probably thirteen if not younger. I send it to Harry in a text, wanting to see what he will say of it.
"Look what i found? ;)"

"Alright that's enough you two, im going to put it away now" my mother takes the book away from my lap, causing me and Louis to whine like little kids. This was great, i was having a blast drinking wine while laughing our arses off.
"Are you two staying long Lindsay?" my mother asks as she comes back from putting my scrapbook wherever it is she kept it. I let her know that we are leaving early tomorrow morning, telling her my flight leaves early in the afternoon. She frowns, not liking the idea of us leaving so soon. I promise her that i will be back for the holidays which are only a month away. She smiles at the news, standing around to chat a bit more before she excuses herself to go to bed. My father was still working in his office but i knew it would be a matter of time that he was going to join my mother. It nearing midnight when i walk to my parents kitchen to start a kettle for my tea.

"Do you want one Lou?" i ask as i feel his presence in the kitchen. He offers to make us our tea while i go get ready for bed which i appreciate. I tell him how i like my tea, seeing that he probably had no idea. I enter the guest bedroom moments later, teeth brushed and already in my pajamas, Louis already in bed with his mug of tea in hand as he messes with his phone. I thank him when i see my own mug is placed on the nightstand by my side of the bed. I know this shouldn't be awkward but i cant help but feel a bit weird. I can tell Louis isn't uncomfortable, stretching out like a kitten under the covers.

"So when does your flight leave Linds? I can drop you off at the airport after you pick up the rest of your luggage from your hotel room" Louis speaks as i climb into the bed besides him. Yup this is a very tight fit, our shoulders brush against each other as i sit up against the headboard to drink my tea.
"Um actually Harry already offered to drop me off at the airport, thanks though Lou" I nervously reply, hoping he doesn't feel like i am brushing him off. He scans my face for a second before simply shrugging his shoulders, going back to his phone. I cant help to notice how awkward it got, i pull out my phone myself to distract me. I see that i have an unread text from Harry.

From: Mr. Styles xx (i groan as i read over the name he typed in for himself last night)
Oh god we were babies. Im saving that one, you look beautiful like always xx

I giggle as i read over the text a couple times, taking in every word. I type in a quick:
"You are such a sap! Goodnight "Mr. Styles" :P "
before placing it on the nightstand along with my now empty tea mug. I turn over a little too fast, coming face to face with Louis face suddenly forgetting that we were this close to each other. I nearly fall out of the small bed as i jump away by instinct but his hand grabs a hold of my hip, keeping me from tumbling off the edge. I look into his intense blue eyes which are searching my green ones intently.
"Louis.." i whisper, mostly because i could barely make out the words because of our proximity. He gets the hint, whispering a 'sorry' before letting go of my hip, scooting back over to his side of the bed. I move over too, not wanting to almost fall off the bed again later on during the night.

Its quiet then, the only light coming from the small opening between the window curtains. Louis shuffles a little under the covers, obviously having a hard time to get comfortable. I clear my throat, thinking of an idea.
"How about we... um spoon? This bed is much smaller than i thought" i suggest, almost embarrassed but hey its a good solution. Besides everyone needs a Louis cuddle at least once in their lives.
"Erm, are you sure? I mean its not weird right?" he asks unsure in the darkness, even though i couldn't see i know his eyebrows were scrunched together in thought. I giggle, instead of answering i scoot my back against chest. I am thankful he is wearing a t-shirt to sleep in, or else it may have been a bit weird.

It takes Louis a while before he registers what is going on, placing his arm around my abdomen nervously. I can tell he is tense against my body which causes me to giggle silently.
"Louis we have been friends for like almost twenty years now, we are only doing this because we cant fit any other way so relax!" I say reassuringly, patting his hand that is resting awkwardly on my stomach. He hums an okay before relaxing a bit into the curve of my body. A few minutes pass in now peaceful silence but i know he is still awake by his rapid breathing.

"Good night Lou Lou! Thank you so much for everything you did for me today" I whisper half asleep, snuggling deeper into his broad chest. I feel him plant a kiss on the back of my head but i don't think much about it as sleep is already calling my name.
"Night Lindsay, anything for you"

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