Our Story

I woke up to a clanging of pots. Couldn't he just wait until I wake up for breakfast?

Apparently not, or else we would not be in this situation, would be? No, we wouldn't be.

I got out of the heavenly soft bed, shivering from the absence of the warm duvet. I walked out of the room in just a pair of over-sized shorts and an old baggy t-shirt--both of which belonged to my boyfriend.

It's been a long time since I've called Leo that. And I never planned on doing it again. But life never goes as planned, does it? I mean, I never would've thought that I was an angel. I never would've thought that I was capable of creating life (but Louis is proof that I can). I never, ever would've thought that Leo would still love me, and that I would accept him again. This was all too surreal for me.

Ever since Leo and I started over, things felt different from the first time. Maybe it's because the first time I loved him, I never knew how capable of evil he was. Maybe it's because the first time he was only acting. Maybe it's because I've moved on. Maybe it's because I love someone else; someone who has been there for me the whole time I needed someone. Louis.

Why did I feel guilty, like I was betraying him? Because I was betraying my heart, and my feeling for him.

But I can't keep thinking that he and I could have a future, no matter how small the possibilities. Those possibilities are too tiny to grow. I just had to get over that, and rekindling my beautiful relationship with Leo (well, beautiful before he ruined it) was the bets way to do it.

We had a chemistry, a familiarity. With Louis, it felt alien. I felt safe and sound and all that shit, but it was scarier. It was scarier because we were alien to each other. All that 'opposites attract' shit, it's only when they secretly had the most important thing to them in common. Sadly, we don't know what the most important thing that we had in common was.

I seriously don't think anyone thinks this much in the morning.

I sighed and ended my mental rant, heading towards the kitchen. I walked in to see that my boyfriend was trying to cook what I think is cookies.

He looked up at me, his eyes lighting up slightly. He gave me a sweet smile.

"I thought you were asleep?" he said, making his way towards me.

It's been a month since he kidnapped me and told me he loved me, yet I still feel like a normal prisoner. Trapped and unable to get away. I shake away the feeling, returning the smile with one of my own.

"I don't think you realize that I'm a light sleeper, and that the bedroom is a door away," I said, crossing my arms over my chest.

He stopped in front of me, closer than average distance. It didn't feel right, none of it did!

"Our bedroom. And I'm sorry, I thought you'd like breakfast in bed?" he says, loosely putting his arms around my waist, pulling me closer.

Why did this not feel right?! Why can't I get over my damn insecurities and give my love to him? I did it once, why not again?

Because it belongs with someone else, now.

Shut up, brain.

"It's okay. Now that I'm up, let me help you with the cookies. We'll get it done faster, okay?" I said as I pecked his cheek, trying to get rid of these nauseating feelings of guilt and wrongness.


He didn't settle for just a small peck, no he wanted more. He planted his lips on mine, moving them roughly and against my will onto mine. In a normal teen novel, it would be described as passionate and sexy, but not in mine. It felt rough and hard on me, hurting me more than I would like to admit.

I pulled away, leaving us both panting and gasping for air. Damn it.

I pulled away, rubbing my bruised and swollen lips, walking away with a freshly flushed face.

"Let's get back to those cookies?" I said, hoping he would just cooperate and we could act like we were in love, even though it's not what was happening at all.

He just shrugged and continued with whatever he was doing before I interrupted him.

The knock on the door startled both of us. Leo went to see who it was, pecking my cheek as he left. I waited until he was out of earshot, before I returned to the bedroom. I was tired, even though I didn't want to admit it. I thought that if I just crawled into the duvet (which was still unmade) that Leo would get that I was tired and leave me alone.

After I got inside, I was about to do what I thought about, when a voice broke the silence.

"I didn't think you were the type to sleep with a kidnapper."

That voice was one that I only thought about and only appeared in memories.

I turned to find a familiar smirk on a familiar face. No fucking way.

"Louis?!"

Notes

I'm alive guys!

-yoyo