Louis Imagine For CeCe (: Louis: “If I told you that you are the most beautiful girl in the world, would you believe me?” Louis spoke into your hair. You curled farther into his side, burying your face into his shirt, crinkling the fabric between your fingers. “No.” Louis sighed. “If I told you that no one else makes me smile like you do, would you believe me?” You tapped your chin thoughtfully before coming to a conclusion. “Yes.” Louis smiled down at you. His fingers danced along your cheeks as he brushed a stray piece of hair from your face. “If I told you that your smile is one of my favorite things ever, would you believe me?” The corners of your mouth tilted up in a smile, Louis laughed. “There it is!” You let your eyes flutter closed, listening to the beating of Louis heartbeat and the sound of his voice which echoed in the silent flat. “If I told you that I got you something for Valentines Day, would you believe me?” Your eyes shot open, and you pulled away from Louis. “I thought we said no presents, Lou!” You protested. Crinkles near his eyes signaled that he hadn’t listened. “I’ll be right back,” Louis gushed, standing up quickly and running out of the room. You felt horrible, having not gotten Louis a gift even though you had both agreed that each other’s presence was a gift enough. You should have know Louis wouldn’t have listened. He never does…silly boy. “You ready?” He appeared in the doorway, sauntering towards you with his hands hidden behind his back. You shook your head in disbelief. “You just don’t listen,” You chuckled. Louis’ smile was all you got in response. He withdrew his hands from behind his back, revealing a small, pink teddy bear and a bouquet of stunning white roses. “He handed you the roses first, and set the stuffed bear on the couch. “If I told you that I would love you until the very last one of these dies, would you believe me?” Louis asked with a smile. You smiled in response, “I’ve heard this before. One of them is plastic, isn’t it?” You asked, Louis shook his head. “Nope!” You cocked your head slightly. “So you’re going to stop loving me in about a week?” Louis chuckled to himself, taking your wrists in his hands to pull your small body to his in a warm embrace. “No, love. They’re all plastic.” You placed your head on Louis warm chest once again as he began to sway slowly back and forth to the music of your synced heartbeats. “You shouldn’t have believed me on that question. My love for you will out live a dozen plastic roses. It’s forever.” -Beliectioner
Posted on: Sat, 22 Jun 2013 22:57:32 +0000