*Louis’s POV*

“You know, when a boy and girl reunite, typically the bedroom is supposed to offer a different kind of alternative than mere conversation.” I commented as I walked back into my bedroom, freshly showered and be-ridden of my jeans and shirt, wearing nothing more than boxers and sweatpants. Cat told me to take a shower and freshen up some. I took her advice, wanting to cool down some from my anger that boiled up inside me.

I looked at her as I rubbed the towel at my wet hair, attempting to dry it. Cat offered a smirk. “Funny, it didn’t seem that way whenever you and Eleanor met up after your TMH tour.”

Okay, that was a burn. A comment like that would usually offend someone, but it didn’t even affect me much at all. I guess it was because I was over El. I’ve moved on. I think my little confession at the park was proof of that.

I froze through drying my head. Shit. I confessed. She knew how I felt about her. I threw the towel on the floor, not caring about the mess that was scattered around my room. I looked at her. She barely seemed affected by my presence. Why? I mean, it’s been a year since I’ve seen her. Honestly, my heart was hammering and even though I was pulling a cool front, my ‘Tommo’ front, I was a nervous wreck on the inside.

Yes, even the Louis Tomlinson gets nervous peoples. Shit, now I’m talking to myself again. Okay, keep it cool. I took a deep breath as I walked to the bed, climbing on top of the covers and rested back against the headboard. Cat rested her head back, looking at me. Her eyes sort of sparkled even though the lamp was the only thing on beside her. Fucking idiot, I thought to myself.

Okay, now my heart was beating faster. I looked away, staring straight ahead. It felt like I was about to lose my virginity all over again. I wish I’d kept my mouth shut on my comment earlier. Okay, I really needed to get my mind off of this. “Anyways.” I said, keeping myself cool and looking at her again. “You said you’d explain everything. So…?”

“You want the long story or short?” She asked me.

I doubt I could pay attention long enough without getting distracted by her presence. “Keep it short. We’ll fret on the details later.”

She shrugged. “Alright. Well, after the whole ordeal with my ‘parents’ trying to kill me last time and you leaving the scene, I basically became a CIA agent.” She paused for a moment before she smiled slightly at me. “Actually, right before being asked to become an agent, Morgan came to me with a file. It was details on my real birthparents.”

The news sort of perked up my attitude. I was intrigued. “Really? What are they like?”

She shrugged. “I’m not completely sure. I didn’t stick around long enough to see. It seems they never knew that the baby girl they thought died when she was two was still alive but under the eye of the CIA. Oh, I have a younger brother too. He sort of reminds me of Harry.” I made a face at that and she chuckled some. “I did meet them, though it was only briefly. I left my parents a letter, explaining a few things.”

She let out a breath. “Either way, the CIA offered a mission and from there I found out what my destined mission was to be.”

“What’s that?” I asked, as she was silent for a brief moment.

She looked over at me again, her eyes meeting mine. “I was to protect you.”

A small smile met my lips, seeing how ironic all of this was. A smile touched her lips and seeing this, something warm was spreading across my chest. And face. Shit, I was realizing my feelings for her again.

“Are you blushing?” She asked, staring at me.

I quickly looked away, staring straight ahead. “You don’t have to be embarrassed about your feelings, Louis.”

“I… can’t help it.” I muttered.

A soft chuckle escaped her throat. “Do you want my response?”

I looked at her, slightly confused. “Huh?”

Her eyes met mine. “Usually a confession is followed by an answer, right? Do you want my answer?”

For a split second, I was curious. What would she say? But somehow, I was a little scared. Did I want to know? Yeah, obviously. But what if she said no? What if her feelings for me wasn’t neutral. Was there any hint coming from here? Staring into her eyes was distracting me from reading the emotions she was seeping out. I felt myself reach up and my hand cupping her cheek, thumb tracing her cheekbone. She wasn’t moving. She didn’t even flinch from the move.

I’ve always known that I was the only one she was comfortable with touching her. She had trust issues, which was understandable. I think that was rubbing off on me too. She was always on her own, relying only on herself. My motives were becoming like hers. Only, I knew she could trust me. She did trust me, just like I trusted her. Funny how in some situations, we only had each other.

I stared at her lips for the longest moment, debating on what I should do. I didn’t want to hurt her, much less kissing would do, but I also didn’t want to offend her. Sure, a kiss was a kiss, but I wasn’t the type of guy that usually lashed out like this, but I wanted to know. Yes, I wanted her answer, but I didn’t want her to tell me. I wanted her to show me.

Notes

Oh, my goodness. So sorry it took like FOREVER to update -_- school has started and now my life consist of homework. It sucks. So i'm going to write as much as i can and update ASAP. This goes for all of my stories. But I'll only be at school for half a year so I'll be graduating early :) from there, i'll be getting a job. Ugh. Jobs. Hate them. But you gotta do what cha gotta dooo

See You, Mates :)

OH! So, I'm a huge fan of The Script. I listened to Glowing and that song sort of reminds me of this story and also A Life for A Life. Haha. Love it.