Letters (A Dark Louis Tomlinson Fanfic)

Chapter 41

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*Louis PoV*

For a few minutes, I watched Trinity as she slept, admiring the way her soft curls tickled her face as she slept. It was so weird, if you'd have asked me 5 months ago if I could see myself playing with a girls hair while she slept after I'd just fucked her senseless, I'd have laughed in your face and told you to piss off. 

But Trinity was different. Jesus, I'd never seen anything like her in my life. She was exactly the type of girl I'd normally stay away from; proud, stubborn, innocent and, most of all, clever enough to hunt you down if you tried to play any shit on her. But then again, all I'd ever wanted before was meaningless one-night stands. Just some easy shag that you could forget about after it happened; an quick fix. I guess that meant that Trinity wasn't one-night stand material; which didn't seem like such a bad thing, the more I thought about it.

I always thought that having a proper girlfriend meant that you'd constantly get fucking nagged left, right and centre, wouldn't be able to have a social life without the psycho bitch breathing down your neck and there'd be shit (or no) sex. But with Trinity, there was none of that. 

Thinking about it, I'd never had shagged a virgin before. To be honest, I was expecting her to be absolutely shit in the sack, but she caught on quickly, which I'm not complaining about. My thoughts wandered back to what had just happened, how she had been lying underneath me, her pale skin in contrast to my tan, the moans that came out of her mouth as I pounded into her relentlessly. I'd never known that I liked it rough until just then. For it only being her second time, she took it like a boss.

As I thought about it, I realised what I'd just done. Fuck! It had only been her second time, I'd completely forgotten! I'd been fucking her like there was no tomorrow and it was only her second bloody time. What had I done?

She must have been in pain, or uncomfortable at the least. Mind you, the way she was screaming, it certainly didn't seem like it. Thank God that my house was in the middle of a field and not attached to another one, or the neighbours might have actually thought I was fucking killing her.

I had to fix it. I focused on her sleeping body beside me and contemplated what to do. The guilt inside me was eating me up, I needed to do something to fix it. I gently shook her, attempting to get her to open those beautiful hazel eyes that held me captive. I succeeded almost immediately, her eyelids flickering open, pupils adjusting to the light once again.

I'm guessing I looked worried as fuck, because as soon as she saw my expression, she sat bolt upright, her eyebrows knitted together. 

"What's wrong, babe?" she asked, her voice showing no signs of sleepiness.

"I just... I....," I mumbled, my tongue tripping over the words, "I just remembered that it was only your second time..."

She raised one eyebrow and stared at me like she had no idea what I was shitting on about.

"... And?" she prompted.

"I was rough.. Too rough.. Let me make it up to you, please," I sighed, propping myself up on my elbow and running a hand through my hair,