Kik Me (One Direction Fanfic) (Completed w/ Sequel)

Chapter Eleven- Kiss Me

Chapter Eleven

Whitney's POV

I woke up and felt trapped, yet oddly safe. I tried to move but felt someone else move... next to me. My eyes flew open and I was met with a pair of closed eyelids, soft pink lips and hair that had gone wild from sleeping on it. Louis. Last night came flooding back and I smiled. Thinking of Cindy the Escalade and how happy Louis was when he had given Cindy back. It was legit Cindy and I was so happy to have her back!

My eyes began to take in every piece of Louis' features. From his prominent cheekbones to the shape of his lips that look oh so kissable, to his cute little nose and to the crinkle at the ends of his eyelids. His face was so calm, his breathing was steady. My eyes trailed back up to his hair, and my hand ached to run through. I carefully lifted my hand up and poked his hair with my finger. I laughed silently at the mental picture of what I must look like doing that.

I pushed away the thought and began to slowly run my hand through his hair. I was going through my seventh stroke (it's so soft!) when a hand flew up and grabbed my wrist. I yelped at the sudden movement.

"Busted." a sleepy husky voice said. My eyes widened and I look down, my green eyes meeting his blue eyes. He smirked,

"Is my hair that tempting and desirable?" 

Without thinking, I reply smartly, "Ha! No. Your lips are more desirable than your hair." My hand flew up to my mouth. I cannot believe I just said that. His eyes widen, and I watch as they look confused and then shine.

"That desirable that you'd kiss me?" He removed my hand from my mouth and I was frozen, watching him with my eyes. What is going on?! He leaned in closer, our eyes locked on each other. He was inches from my lips when a loud knock hit the front door.

He audiably sighed and I held back a laugh. I pulled away and out of his arms, trying to ignore the hurt look on Lou's face. I stood up and grabbed my bathrobe, slipping it up my arms and over my shoulders. I tie it up and begin to make my side of the bed. Lou slowly sits up and moves to the edge of the bed, his eyes watching me.

"I wonder who that is." I say, not really expecting him to answer. He shrugs. I can't tell if he is still tired or bummed that we didn't kiss. I think he's still tired. 

I finish making my side of the bed, I walk out of the room and downstairs. I open the door and my jaw drop at the sight of the person on my doorstep.

"Blake?!" He his brown eyes look up down at me, pleadingly. PLEADING?! FOR WHAT?!

"Who's Blake?" I hear Louis ask behind me. I turn and see Louis scratching the back of his head and when Blake comes into view, his eyes widen and he drops his hand. He walks closer towards me, eyes still on Blake. 

I look between them and notice that they both were staring each other down. I clear my throat,

"Louis meet Blake. Blake meet Louis." They send each other a curt nod and I sigh. Could this get any worse? I take that back. I see a police car pull in. Oh and then a Range Rover that has the rest of One Direction in it. FREAKING A.

The police officer gets out of the car in full uniform and I see the lads of One Direction shoot me a weird look. I shrug, just as clueless as them. As the police officer gets closer, I realize its the one that was here earlier to confront me about Mark.

"Hello ma'am. Gentlemen. Can I talk to a Ms. Whitney Foster?" he asks and I nod.

"That's me." I tighten the ropes on my bathrobe.

He nods, "Can I talk to you privately?" I nod, inviting him in.

"Wait here lads." Lou steps out of the house but not before I stop him.