Midnight Shades

Chapter 27

Louis' head is resting on my crossed legs as he looks up at me and says, "Vinegar is still my favourite."

"You make no sense," I shake my head down at him, laughing slightly as I stuff some tomatoes flavoured chips in my mouth. "How can you hate sour stuff when you eat vinegar chips? Which is basically sour?"

"I just do," he shrugs as he catches my wrist and eats the chips away from my hand. "Remember Liam?"

"The one who's working here with you?" I ask, watching as he plays with my hand that rests flat on his chest.

"Yeah, that's him," he nods. "He's coming later with his boyfriend, hope you don't mind."

I blink in a surprise, though a smile appears on my face. "He's gay? I didn't know."

"He says he's bisexual, but he's not. That bastard is dead ass gay." Louis snorts, making me laugh a little.

"Maybe he is bisexual, you don't know." I tell him, softly running my other hand through his hair.

His eyes flutter close as he speaks, "all that he talks about is how round, and fine my ass is."

I laugh loudly before I cover my mouth, watching Louis as a grin overtakes his features, and he opens his eyes and looks at me. "Oh my, no way!" I say, still laughing.

"I swear," he laughs, his chest vibrating under my hand. "He smacked my bum one time." He tells me, which only makes me laugh more.

"Shit, he is something," I say, taking a deep breath as I wipe away the tears in the corner of my eyes.

"Nah, it's just my ass." Louis grins up at me before he kisses my palm.

"You're so proud of it, aren't you?" I ask, biting down on my lip as I smile softly at him.

"Of course," he smirks. "Not a lot of guys have such an ass, I'll tell you that." He says proudly.

"You're crazy," I laugh lightly, shaking my head at him.

"So I have been told," he shrugs with a smile, before that smile suddenly turns into a realisation look. "Shit, hold on."

He doesn't give me time to question anything before he stands up immediately and runs to his room. I furrow my eyebrows, confused at his sudden outburst though I remain in my seat, waiting for him.

After a solid ten minutes, I begin worrying when he doesn't return. "Louis?" I call out, playing with the hem of my sleeves.

"I'm coming, baby! Just a second!" He replies loudly and I sigh, resting back again against the couch.

Two minutes later, Louis finally reappears, though his hair looks a bit messy, his face looks a bit red as if he just ran a marathon and his clothes looks a little messier than before. I raise my eyebrows at him, silently asking him about what he was doing.

"Sorry," he breathlessly and nervously laughs. "I couldn't find what I was looking for."

"It's okay," I smile as he sits down next to me. "What were you looking for?" I question.

He draws in a deep breath before he releases it, looking at his lap all the time while he plays his nails. I bite down on my lip as I turn to the side to face him before I ask, "What's wrong? Are you okay?"

He nods silently before he looks up at me, eyes looking bluer than usual as he stutters out, "I... I was in the mall... Uh, a few days ago and I..." He trails off, taking a deep breath to calm his nerves.

"What happened, Lou?" I ask quietly as worry keeps rising inside of me.

Louis releases a breathy laugh as he grins at me. "You called me Lou."