Spitting Image • TFC 3.0 • l.t. au

Chapter Eight

8

It's too warm. My body's drenched with sweat. I force my eyes to open and got blinded by the morning light. I twist and turn to find a more comfortable position but something's wrapped around me.

I turn my gaze to the the arms of the person who's got me trapped in a tight embrace. I slip my hand under the pillows, looking for my phone to check the time. Finally, my hands find the rectangular device and pull it out.

"5:30 AM" it reads.

I sigh and put my phone on the table beside the bed. I have to get up or else I'll be late.

"Don't go yet." his deep, hoarse voice rings in my ear.

A series of events from last night flashed back in my head but I push it back. "I have to." I whisper but he's got my arm and wraps it around him.

"Five more minutes." he whispers then takes a deep breath. I prop myself up my elbows and tilt his head to face me.

"Will you drive me to work?" I ask him as politely as I can. I see the struggle as he opens his eyes. His gaze went from my face to my barely covered chest. I grab his face and force him to look at me. "will you?" I ask him, raising my eyebrows.

"Alright, fine I will. You're so bossy." he murmurs then pulls me back on his chest.

"You love me." I say, looking up at him.

"You're 26 years old and you still can't drive yourself..." he says with a scoff.

"yes I can." I complain making him smirk. "but you wouldn't want to peel me off the sidewalk, would you?" I ask, making him laugh; his chest vibrating.

"I guess I don't." he says casually. "next Saturday." he says through a sigh.

I frown at him and sat back so I can look at him better. "what's next Saturday?" I ask.

"Whoever's qualified for QIU's team, I'll have to take them to practice at Wembley for the whole day." he says with a deep sigh.

"oh," I say, leaning my head against the headboard. "Catherine's going to be there?" I ask. I'm pretty sure the suspicion is clear in my tone.

"Why do you always care if Catherine's there? She's not that bad, you know." he says but I can't help but scoff at that naive answer.

"She looks like she fancies you." I say absentmindedly. Louis laughs at my answer and forces me to look up at him.

"Who wouldn't, honestly." he says cockily so I hit him on his chest. "Why would I bother take notice of her."

"why wouldnt you? She's pretty, she's tall, she's young, she's lean... She's probably not a virgin, though." I say making him laugh.

"Does she remind you of someone?" he asks, leaning his cheek on my head.

"Yes... Myself... That's what I'm afraid of." I admit, feeling the jealousy bubble up inside me. "dont you think so?" I ask him.

"if you say so." he says then leans down, kissing me on my lips. "She's not you, though, so I don't get why."

One kiss turned out to be a heated make out session, lasting for 20 minutes. It could have led to a continuation of last night if my phone didn't ferociously beep on the table.

I push him away and got off the bed, slipping on my shirt from last night. "Go wake Blaine." I tell him before heading into the bathroom.

"we can leave him here, he's asleep."

I frown at him and grab a pillow. I throw it forcefully on his face to wipe that smug grin off. "I don't want my son taken away from me by Social Services. Now go get him ready." I say before closing the door to the bathroom.