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With a laugh, you roll over on to your back so that your head rested against his chest. "I think we're missing a step in our relationship before you can call me that." You chuckled. Louis' fingers ran through your hair as the silence settled over the two of you. Eventually, you turned around so that you faced him, your weight resting on your elbows as you hovered over him. You kissed his nose and laughed when he scrunched his face. "I do want to marry you, ya know?" Louis then said quietly, his blue eyes looking intently at you. You could feel your cheeks turning pink as you nodded. "I want to marry you too." You smiled, kissing his cheek before rolling over back to your laptop. "We could elope; get married before Zayn and Perrie," You joke. Louis pushes himself onto his elbows, staring at you. "We could." Louis agreed, a smile tugging at the corners of his face. Your heart was suddenly in your throat. You wanted to marry Louis, but this was out of nowhere. Louis could read your thoughts from the expression on your face. "C'mon love. Just you and me and the preacher man." 

"Christ woman. You just don’t know where to draw the line, do you?" Louis demanded, ripping off his tie and letting it fall to the ground. You rolled your eyes and reached to take off your heels. "Louis, you’re overreacting. Coffee isn’t anything to get worked up about." His coat was shoved to the floor, his dress shirt next. Louis stood there with his hands on his hips, his face flushed and you could see the vein in his neck as he glared at you. "I don’t care if it was just coffee. I don’t care if it was a ‘hello’ while standing in line at the super market. All I care about is the fact that he still thinks that he has a right to what’s mine." Freezing in you’re movement, you looked at him. "Your’s?” Louis deflated like a balloon. “Not that you belong to me. I know, I know. We’re equals. I get that babe, I really do. But the very thought of him looking at you, thinking about you. It just rubs me the wrong way.” He explained, pinching the bridge of his nose. “He’s a friend, Lou. He’s not thinking about me that way.” Louis scoffed. “How can he not look at you like that? You’re…well, you.” He offered, his face softening as he looked at you. Rolling your eyes, you turned back around. Louis’ arms wrapped around your waist and he nibbled at your ear. “But this,” He breathed, his hand trailing across your collarbones and down to cup your breast. You shivered at the touch. “This. Every reaction, every gasp, goosebump, and moan is mine.” He warned, his lips moving to suck harshly at your neck. “Not that prick’s.” He growled. Your dress soon became nothing but a pile of fabric on the floor. Louis gripped your hips tightly, turning you so that he could press his lips to yours, his tongue searching for yours roughly. You made a noise of encouragement as his thumbs reached into the waistband of your panties. He tugged them down in one swift motion and his tongue soon followed suit. Louis licked between your thighs. Once. Twice. Then he looked up at you. You shivered as he grinned. Louis is a jealous man to say the least, but there was one thing that he got right: you were his.   

Louis never liked routine growing up. He didn’t like the set times and places to be. While on tour, his time was mapped out down to the second so when he was home with you, he liked being able to avoid routine. Louis liked turning your alarm clock off and making you breakfast, waking you up with soft kisses to your cheek. He liked being able to call you on the ride home from the studio and telling you to put on your favorite dress because he wanted to take you somewhere expensive. You weren’t as spontaneous, liking a little schedule. Which is why Louis often made you breakfast for when you were running out the door for class and why Louis took you out to Taco John’s every other Tuesday. He made you coffee in the mornings and you made him tea at night. The two of you were a good balance together, always making it work.

Louis’ tossing and turning woke you up. With a huff, you turned on to your side to stare at the restless boy. His cheeks were pink and he had a handful of your shirt clenched in his hand. You rubbed a finger along his jaw and sighed, wondering what he was dreaming about. You smiled as he muttered your name. No need to wonder anymore. He said your name once more before cuddling into your side, his head resting on your chest. You ran your fingers through his hair and kissed his forehead. “Good night, Louis.”

You woke up when the TV clicked off. Shooting up, you looked around the room in confusion. “Hey, relax, babe.” Louis murmured, rubbing your back. “Go back to sleep.” Tugging your lip between your teeth, you looked at his body stretched out on the couch, his arms open. “Its late, love. C’mere and go back to sleep.” He repeated gently. You laid back down in Louis’ arms and sighed contentedly as his hands ran through your hair and he hummed softly under his breath. “Good night, love.” 

Louis smiled at your sleeping face. He was amused by the fact that you snored quietly and how you held his hand tightly despite being dead asleep. Using his other hand, Louis brushed his fingertips over your cheek lightly and smiled when your nose twitched. “My pretty girl,” He murmured, pressing his lips to your forehead. You sighed in your sleep before nestling further into Louis, your head tucked under his chin. He wrapped his arms around you, more than content, to be holding his girl.

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