Simmer Down and Pucker Up

My morning had started out just as promised. Louis woke me up by going down on me and then whisked me away to Angelina’s where he called ahead and paid them to shut down for the hour so we would have the place to ourselves. My breakfast, which was filled with champagne, fresh fruit, baked goods and possibly the best scrambled eggs I have ever had, ended up with me being a lot drunker than I had initially planned. The staff knew very well who Louis was so they made sure to take their time to prepare the best food they could. They would stay in the back unless it was to bring out another course, which was done in slow portions, giving us the time to get drunk and sneak kisses. After a long breakfast we headed to the streets of Paris to shop, a majority of the stores required appointments, but the moment we walked in, they were filling up glasses with champagne and showing us all they had to offer.

My favorite part of the shopping trip had to be the all leather outfit I was wearing tonight—A leather crop-top and a skirt—the outfit, was mostly for Zayn, because I wanted to remind him that I could be sexy too. I ran my fingers through my hair, separating the tight curls I ironed in and finished it all off with some hairspray.

“You look beautiful, baby,” Louis walked into the room with a smile and two drinks in his hands, he handed one to me as his eyes looked my body up and down.

“Thank you,” I beamed back at him. I took a sip from my drink before setting it down on Liam’s bathroom counter. “Is everybody ready to go?”

Louis shook his head as he watched me brush bronzer onto my cheekbones, “We were supposed to be there an hour ago for soundcheck, I don’t understand why we can’t ever be on time for something...” He commented with a slight annoyed tone.

“What are they all doing?”

“Getting fuckin’ smashed like they always do, I’m pretty sure Zayn and Harry are trying to get a group sex type thing going on with Taylor and Ariana,” I tried to hide the hurt in my face as Louis continued speaking, “I heard them talking about it. They’re both acting like proper prats.”

I reached for my drink and took another sip, this time much longer before plastering a smile on my face. I had spent the last hour perfecting my makeup and hair and now all I hoped for was that Ariana wasn’t dressed better than me. I turned to face Louis‘ smiling face. Him just standing there next to me was enough to ease my anxiety. Louis was the most stable thing that I had in my life right now; he was my safety net. His eyes traced my body up and down, admiring the work I put in on myself and filling me up with a confidence that I hadn’t felt in a long time. I smiled, “Well, I’m ready to go so let’s—”

Louis’ phone began ringing, interrupting me mid sentence as the stressed out look returned to his face, “Fuck,” He mumbled, shooting me an apologetic glance before swiping his thumb across the phone, bringing it up to his ear and walking out of the bathroom.

I took a deep breath as I stared back at my appearance, I looked amazing, but it wasn’t enough to make me feel remotely good about myself. The guilt weighed heavily on me, Louis made me feel loved in the most effortless way possible. It was easy to be with him, which is how relationships should be, but maybe, the only reason it was so easy to be with him was because I was still completely enamored by Zayn. I pushed the thought away the minute it crossed my mind and quickly chugged the contents of my drink before taking my attention back to my appearance and off of Zayn and Louis; at least Harry would eventually be back on my side. My hands shook as I applied a thick layer of red lipstick to my lips, sealing my entire outfit together and making me aware of my nerves all at once.

Louis walked back into the room with a frown, “Niall, Liam and I are going to head down now because we go on soon and we need to get soundcheck done”—He paused, a small smile spreading onto his lips as he searched my gaze—“Do you want to come with us? We’re all still in vacation mode and want to be as far away from the Zayn and Harry shit show as possible.”

Everything in him told me he wanted me to go with him, and I knew that I probably should have—“No... I’ve already been sucked into their black hole of negative energy; I can handle it,”—but something had me shaking my head as I averted my gaze from his. “If I come then these guys will skip out on the entire concert and we can’t risk that with the way the press has been on our asses,” I looked back up at him, hoping that he understood, which Louis always did.

“I know,” He sighed as he stepped closer to me, wrapping his arms around my waist and pulling me into his arms. He buried his face in my hair, inhaling deeply before moving his lips to my temple with a kiss, “I’m really glad I have you, love, especially through all this bullshit... And I still think you should come with us,” His words were muffled as his lips attacked my skin.

I squirmed in his grip, bringing my arms up to wrap around his shoulders, “I want to, I do, but somebody needs to look out for these two fucks,” I muttered, inches away from his lips, “They don’t care about anything but themselves and if we all leave they definitely won’t be coming tonight.”

His body pressed me into the bathroom counter, closing all space between us as his lips trailed a line up my jaw line, “It’s sexy that you’re responsible.”

His lips hovered over mine, he leaned in to kiss me, but I whipped my head to the side, “No,” I pressed my hands firmly against his chest and gently guided him back.

He looked up at me, a confused frown playing on his lips, “But babeee,” He whined, grabbing at my waist to pull me back into his arms.
“No, I just put all this lipstick on, it’ll get all over our faces—I spent so much time on my ma—”

“You owe me the, wettest, sloppiest, drunkest make out session later tonight,” Louis said, teasingly as he draped his arm around my shoulders and began leading us out of the bathroom. I gripped tightly to his side, making sure we looked extra in love as we approached the kitchen that was bumping rap music.

Ariana stood between Zayn and Harry with a bottle of tequila in her hands, Taylor was leaning against the counter, playing on her phone with an annoyed look on her face. “We’re going to head down because we go on in like an hour,” Louis started speaking, bringing everyone’s attention to us. A smirk emerged on Zayn’s face as he turned his head away and reached down to grab Ariana’s face in his hands before planting a tongue filled kiss to her lips, “You guys are going to make it. Right?”

“Get off our ass, Louis, we’ll be there, just not yet,” Harry said as he grabbed the bottle from Ariana’s hand and took a drink.

“You know what, babe, I will come down with you guys,” I said with a slight tinge to my voice as Zayn instantly stopped kissing Ariana, “I changed my mind.”

He pulled back to look at me with a smirk, “What, Spence, you don’t want to hang out with us?”

“Nope, being around you this much makes me sick and Harry you aren’t too fucking pleasant either,” I snapped as I turned and practically dragged Louis away.

“Well, good thing I’m allowed to do whatever the fuck I want,” Zayn called out loudly after me.

I held back my tears with a deep inhale, letting it out, I stopped in the middle of the hall and turned to Louis, forcing a smile onto my face. “Can we get really, really drunk on the car ride over?”

Louis laughed, “Of course baby,” He cupped my face in his hand and brought his lips to mine. All of my anxiety melted away as his body pressed against me, “Only if you promise not to pass out on me later. Fuck the lipstick” He grumbled before finding my lips.

I kissed him harder in an effort to make myself forget that it had been almost a week since the last time Louis and I had sex and I knew I wasn’t the only one who had been counting. Louis pulled away with a smirk, planting a final kiss on my lips before finding my eyes, “Tonight,” He muttered before closing his lips over mine once more, “I will only be singing for you.”

Notes

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