Leave Your Lover

Vivian's POV





"I'm actually out side of your house right now, so hurry up,"


I smile and hung up the phone, then reach for my handbag to put my phone in it. I throw the strap of my handbag over my shoulder and walk out of my bedroom.

I know Louis is right outside, but I can't wait for these few seconds to pass so I can feel his lips on mine again. I really do like Louis, and I hope that he won't let me down.


Once I step out of the house I turn around and lock the door.

I feel a hand on my stomach and in a split second my back is against a warm body.


"Hey Lou," I smile as I put the key of the house in my purse.


"Hi," he mutters as he kisses my neck.


"Let's go," I sigh before pulling away from his arms and walk to his car.


I really want Louis but I think I need time to heal emotionally before I can allow anything further than kissing. Even though I crave to have him intimate with me, I know that I need time. And I think Louis knows that too, that's probably why he gives me my much needed space when it comes to anything further than we've already gone.


I open the passenger door and sit on the seat, but before I can close the door Louis catches it with his hand.

"Where's my kiss?" He pouts at me.

I reach for his face with my small hands and pull him to my level.


He kneels down next to the car with a bright smile, as he places his hands on my elbows.

I lean in to him and slowly press my lips to his.

"I've been missing this," he mutters, making his lips brush mine.


I smile and peck his lips once more. "Let's go,"

With a sigh he gets up and walks to his door.


I close the door on my side and strap in my seat belt.


Louis joins me and slams his door shut, making me jump.


"You alright?" Louis chuckles at my reaction.

"Fine," I roll my eyes.

I notice that he hasn't strapped on his seat belt, so I lean closer to him and pull the seat belt across his body to lock it in.


He softly laughs and shakes his head.


"What?" I cock an eyebrow as I sit back in my seat again.


"You always used to do that when we drove together,"


At least something didn't change. It feels like everything around me has changed since the accident. I don't know how to explain it because I can't remember it, but by the looks and reactions I receive from everyone I can tell that I've changed in my ways.


The car's ignition starts as the car roars to life. A song which I quite like starts playing and I sing a long to the lyrics.


"They don't know about the things we do
They don't know about the I love you's"


I continue singing the lyrics but notice that the car stopped.

I turn to Lou giving him a confused look.


"You-You remember the lyrics?" He asks in pure astonishment.


Then it hits me; I remember lyrics to a song I haven't heard in my 'new' life. This is the second time that I remember something. Or at least I think I do. The first time was when Lou told me that he likes a girl with beautiful eyes, eyes he got lost in.


I blush at the thought.


"Do you know who sings the song?" He turns his body to me.

"No," I frown.


He gives me a smile. "Well, it's a start at least,"






"What about this blue?" Lou asks pointing to a deep ocean blue.


I shake my head. "No."


We've been looking for paint for my walls for about 10 minutes now. I don't want the same colour as my duvet and pillows, and my bed's duvet is a dark sand brown whilst my pillows are a light yellow.


I'm going for a beach sunset kind of theme, but I can't decide on a colour for my walls. I've been thinking blue, but I want green too.

Lou sighs. "How about we make two walls blue, leave one wall plain white and then we paint a sunset on the other wall?" He offers with a smile.

"Sounds good," I smile.


My room might sound weird to most people, but I bet it'll turn out great.





After we picked the paint for my bedroom, we walked out of the paint shop with a light brown, light and dark blue, pink, orange, white dark olive green and a bright deep red paint buckets.


We bought 4 different sizes of paint brushes too.





"May I help you paint your room?" Louis smiles as we load his car's back seat with my room's paint.


"Sure,"

Notes

"Some of the most comforting words in the universe are "me too". That moment when you find out that your struggle is also someone else's struggle and that you're not alone, and that others have been down the same road."




I know the chapter sucks. But I have to put the next chapter where they paint the room in a different chapter.



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