~Malia~
Just like I had predicted, Louis did not leave when we got to my home. It still felt strange calling it that-my home. I never even considered that a place as imposing as the one in front of me in that moment would ever be the place that I'd call home.
Shaking my head to clear my thoughts of the jumbled mess that was my life, I turned to see Louis striding in through the foyer of my home as if he owned the place. Well, he was the Prince of England so wasn't that technically true? Did he own like the entire country?
Okay, that might have been a little overdramatic but still.
"Nice house, Princess. Just wait till you live in a castle."
I rolled my eyes at his back as he took in the foyer and grand dining room to his left. I walked right past him and further into the home through the kitchen to grab something to drink in the refrigerator, setting my crutches to the side as I wasn't really needing them that much lately.
I pulled out some sweet tea (something my newfound family found an abomination) and poured myself a glass.
"Want some?" I ask Louis as he meandered his way into the kitchen.
"Sure. What is it exactly?"
I stifled a laugh, trying to keep the laugh from bubbling out of my chest.
"A southern American delicacy, trust me," I teased, pouring him a glass.
I watched, bemused, as he lifted the glass to his lips and eagerly drank the amber liquid, the sweet tea gliding down his throat as his Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed.
Only he could make drinking iced tea look so delectable.
"This is great, I never drink my tea with this much sugar though..."
"It's not like it's filled with gallons of sugar!"
That was the first thing Marissa had asked when I got her to try it after I made my first batch.
"Interesting," was all he said as he continued to sip on his glass.
"So, why did you even want to come over, anyway?"
His entire demeanor changed then. One second he was carelessly drinking iced tea, the next a look of pure, unadulterated lust ensconced his features and I had to take a step back from the raw stare he was pointing directly at me.
I backed up a little and felt my lower back hit against the cool granite of the countertops. If Louis decided to come any further, I was trapped.
So naturally the exact thing I didn't want happening, happened. He walked closer and closer to me, the breath in my throat sticking and I could barely move a fraction of an inch to the left to escape his unwavering advance.
My eyes flickered from his smoldering gaze down to his lush, pink lips and that was when I knew I was in some seriously hot water.
Scorching.
As if knowing the exact direction my thoughts were turning, his tongue darted out across his lower lip and I had to hold back a moan in the back of my throat, the situation getting more and more out of hand the more seconds that ticked by.
His hand darted out and grasped my arm, the exact spot where he touched me forever imprinted with a fire branding that I knew I would never forget.
My body and my mind were not exactly on the same wavelength, that much was as clear as day. My head was telling me to run screaming as far away as I could get from Louis, but my body was dripping with desire for the man in front of me, no matter how badly my subconscious was telling me that I shouldn't get involved with anyone, let alone the prince of freaking England!
My insides were whirring, humming to the tune of his body so near to mine. I was almost too enamored to realize that he was leaning closer and closer, the heat from his skin so near to mine that the warmth almost felt like it was coming from myself.
"Wait, stop," I finally choked out, breathlessly, just as his head cocked to the side as he was leaning in for the kill.
He dropped the hand that had been on my arm, searing me from the inside out, but the lust never left his clouded eyes, only a more cocky emotion lightened them up and I knew what was coming next.
"Stop what, Lady Spencer?"
I looked away from his eyes so that I could think, the cerulean blue distracting me more than I would ever care to admit.
"You can't kiss me."
His eyebrows shot up in amusement.
"And who said anything about kissing?"
"I-uh, you were leaning in like you were about to-"
"Grab some sugar in the sugar jar right behind you," he interrupted me and I felt the flames rising on my cheeks and running down my neck. No way that was what he was doing, he just wanted to save face.
"Really? Then why don't you grab the sugar, your highness?"
It was a challenge and we both knew it. I didn't move away, and I also didn't flinch when he returned to his original position, half of his body leaning towards me in a seductive manner, like he was trying to get me to lose it and give in to his 'irresistible' charm. Like hell that would ever happen.
I held my breath so I wouldn't inhale the ungodly beautiful scents that were wafting off of him in waves; the mint, the cologne that he put on that made me want to snuggle up into his chest and never let him go.
He was so dangerously close to me that one tiny little slip up and my lips would be on his within an instant, something that I so desperately wanted with every fibre of my being and-
Wait.
No, something I desperately did NOT want at all and my heart jack hammering in my chest was just a reminder that I was scared of strangers being so near to me, not the fact that I was so completely enraptured by Louis that he made my heart do literal somersaults in my chest, nope, not the case at all.
I wished lying to myself was easier, but I learned that denial was the best coping mechanism anyone had ever invented!
Don't want to think about your sleazy step dad who beats you senseless and steals all your money? No problem! Just pretend he doesn't exist and you'll never have to worry about him again!
Feel that pain in your ribs every time you breathe in or move even an inch? Don't worry, its just from laughing too hard at the amazing jokes that all of your amazing friends tell you at your amazing school where-
I was losing it.
His cheek brushed the side of my own and I could feel his breath fanning my ear.
"It takes you that long to get sugar?" I blurted out, my voice detached and more sarcastic than I intended but it worked for all intents and purposes.
"You're really not affected by me at all?" he was astounded that even a single girl could resist his manly charms.
"Not one bit."
He finally pulled away and studied me intensely.
"Oh, I get it now."
I arched an eyebrow in answer.
"You're a lesbian!"
I choked out a laugh, wondering how he came to that conclusion.
"Yeah, and you're the Easter Bunny."
"No listen it makes perfect sense! No one's ever been able to resist me, and the fact that you can just shows that its because you don't like guys at all!"
"Or maybe I'm not into self absorbed assholes who think the second that someone isn't romantically interested in them that they must be gay, did you ever think that maybe I don't care what you look like on the outside if the inside is uglier than a trailer park on the wrong side of the tracks?"
He gave me a confused look and I realized that he might not have understood my analogy of what something ugly looked like, but still, he got the picture.
"Look, I'm sure, somewhere, underneath all that player facade and weird exterior that you display to the rest of the world, there's a decent human being in you. But if I haven't met that decent person in all the time I've spent with you so far, then I don't really think that person exists."
I started to walk away but he grabbed my arm.
"You don't know anything about me or what I've had to endure."
"That's exactly my point. And yet you treat me as if you know my full name, social security number and even how I like my coffee! We know nothing about each other and you haven't been doing such a great job at even trying to get to know me, so why should I waste my time trying to get to know you?"
He ran his hands through his hair, white teeth biting at his bottom lip and I had to admit that it was incredibly sexy.
"Well then let's get to know each other. Twenty questions?"
"Oh, this should be fun."
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Author's Note:
So sorry for the super late update, I am a terrible human being!
I have had a lot going on so I appreciate all of my patient readers!
Do you think Louis really wants to get to know Malia or is he just trying to get in her pants?
Is there a decent human underneath his tough exterior?!
What do you want to happen next?!
What do you THINK will happen next!!
Until next time my lovely readers,
-Kristen :)