Be My Valentine?

thirty

Maya Hayes' POV:

I sat on the backseat of the car with my head pressed against the window. By the way it felt, I was almost sure my brain would pop out anytime.

The whole ride, I tried to fall asleep so the pounding in my head could leave but instead I stayed wide awake listening to Louis while watching the French countryside fly by outside the window.

I couldn't focus on what he had to say as my mind kept wandering back, trying to mentally prepare myself for the upcoming meeting I was going to Annecy for in the first place.

Right now we were stopped at some place where Louis and the driver were stood out, taking a break from the long hours.

My thoughts are interrupted when Louis suddenly opens the door and pops his head through with a smile. "I got you cookies from that shop" he points somewhere but just shrugs, handing them to me.

"Thank You" I couldn't help but smile.

"Louis" I call out as he's about to turn away. "Hmm?"

"Can you just check the bag for my medicines? They must be in the back".

His face suddenly changes into one of worry. "Are you alright, what happened?" He questions with furrowed brows and gets in, placing the back of his hand on my forehead and neck.

"Shit- Maya You're burning up" he mumbles in a hurry and I let go of the fact he called me by my first name when he gets out to check for my medicines.

"I'm fine" I say to myself just as Louis comes back with stuff in his hand.

"These are the ones, right?" He asks and I nod, taking them from him before he hands me a water bottle and settles in beside me, shutting the door.

I couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement at the prospect of spending the next few days with him alone.

Get out of your head Maya.

I couldn't help it, no matter how much I try to act cool about it, I found myself drawn to him in a way I couldn't quite understand. Maybe It's cause I'm dying.

I know I can't just make it my whole personality trait and blame everything on this but I mean it made me feel better about myself in a way.

As the driver settles in with a nod if the head, Louis looks over at me.

"Should we stop at some clinic on the way?" He asks hopefully and I just shake my head. "I'm alright" I say and go back to looking outside the window.

"Is it fine if I try something" he looks hesitant but grins when I nod.

He gets closer, sitting up straight and holds my hand in his and I felt my dumb fucking heart skip a beat at the touch of his hand on mine.

He bends my elbow slowly but looks at confused before finally scratching the back of his neck in a cute way.

"Can you take off your hoodie?" He asks and I do as he says.

Once again, he bends my elbow, this time seeming more confident. He presses against the end of the crease on the outside with a hooked thumb.

He asks me to breathe deeply and I do so for about a minute or two before repeating the process on my other arm in complete silence.

He goes on to tell me about the pressure points and I listen while pressing my fingertips against each other like he tells me to.

I'm not even sure if this is making a difference but having his close is definitely working.

"There are also pressure points at the back of your head" he mumbles and I take off my shoes, turning around to face the window with my back towards Louis.