Wrong Number - L.T 1D

Chapter Seventy Five

*Mimi's P.O.V*

I wake up to the smell of Louis surrounding me. The crisp scent of freshly washed cotton sheets mingles with the subtle smell of Armani, mint and rain. The smell invades my nostrils, putting a small smile on my face.

Rolling over, I open my eyes slightly as not to be blinded by the bright sun. As my eyes adjust, I open them further only to come face to face with a smiling Louis.

"Good morning gorgeous," Louis mumbles in his morning voice as he wraps one arm around my waist, pulling him closer to him.

"Morning Lou," I smile, placing on of my hands on his warm, bare chest.

"Jeez Mimi. You're hands are freezing," Lou whispers as he covers my hand with his own.

"Yeah, I know."

We both sit in complete silence for a moment, the only sound in the room is our even breathing. I could get used to this. Waking up next to Louis every morning, rolling over to see him smiling at me, his blue orbs slightly hooded as he shakes off sleep.

"How are you feeling love?" Louis asks me, shaking me out of my thoughts.

And that's when yesterdays memories kick in. I honestly thought it was a dream, "That really happened?"

"Oh Mim," Louis sighs quietly.

"I honestly thought it was a dream. A really good dream but a dream none the less. So my dad is really alive?" I ask, still not wanting to believe it.

"Yeah he is sweetheart," Louis mumbles as he presses a kiss into my hair. He's quiet for a few seconds before he speaks again, "Did you're mum really sell you off like that?"

I feel the tears start to build up behind my eyes, but I try my best to hold them back. I'm sick of crying. I'm sick of letting my mother take over my life. Most of my time is spent either crying or being scared that she will come back. And I hate it because I want to do so much more with my life.

"Yes, she did," I say hoarsely before a small hiccup escapes my lips.

"Oh Mim," Lou repeats but this time his voice sounds broken and sad.

"Can we talk about something else please Lou," I plead, not wanting to let the tears escape my eyes.

"Course we can princess," Lou says as he pulls me in for a hug.

I wrap an arm around his waist, leaning my head on his chest. I can hear his heart beat, strong and steady, in my ear. The closer I get to him, the stronger his scent becomes. I take a big deep breath, letting his scent calm my frayed nerves.

"You smell nice," I mumble, my lips brushing his skin.

I hear Lou chuckle, his chest vibrating in my ear, "Do I now?"

I can hear the smirk in his voice but I ignore it, "Yeah you do. You smell like Armani and mint and rain. I love it."

"Well you smell like wildflowers and spice Mim. You have no idea what that does to me. It drives me crazy," Lou confesses, making me smile like an idiot.

"We should probably get up," I sigh.

"Yeah, I know. Liam probably wants to talk to you some more," Louis says, something like anger or hate mixing into his calm tone.

I nod my head against Louis' chest before reluctantly pulling away and climbing out of the bed. Looking down I notice that I am no longer wearing my jeans. Instead I am wearing my black boy shorts that were under my jeans and the grey long sleeved top I had on yesterday.

"Who changed me?" I ask skeptically while eyeing Louis.

"Ohh uhh that would be me. I'm sorry. You were so peaceful and I didn't want to wake you. Liam gave me permission if that helps," Louis mumbles while rubbing the back of his neck.

"It's okay Lou," I laugh while placing my hand on his shoulder.

"I'm sor- Wait what?" he stutters as he registers what I said.

"I said it was fine Lou. I'm not to fussed that it was you. If it was Niall or Harry or Liam though, it would be a different story," I explain.

Louis grins at my words before taking my small hand in his large one and leading me out of the bedroom. We walk into the kitchen to see Harry, Niall and Liam at the table having a discussion. They don't even look up when walk in.

Lou and I share a look before walking up behind Niall and Liam, who are on the side closest to us. We throw our hands onto their backs while screaming in their ears. Liam jumps about five feet in the air, letting out a very girly scream.

But it's Niall who causes me to collapse in fits of laughter on the ground. When Louis screams in his ear, Niall jerks his head to the side, causing his head to collide with the side of Louis' face. Louis groans in pain while falling to the floor next to me as I laugh, tears in my eyes.

"Oh my god. That was too good. Louis are you okay?" I ask while crawling over to him, giggles still escaping my mouth.

"You're concern would be more appreciated if you didn't laugh first," Louis growls jokingly.

"Sorry LouLou," I say while placing a kiss on his cheek where Niall had collided with him.

Suddenly there is a knock at the door, scaring me and the boys. We all look towards it, wondering who it could be.There is a moments silence before the person knocks again, this time more demanding.

"I'll get it," I say quietly while standing up.

"You sure babe?" Louis asks as he clambers ungracefully off the ground.

"Yeah, I'm sure," I say while nodding my head. 

I walk to wards the door slowly, wondering who could be on the other side. It couldn't be a fan of the boys because security wouldn't have let them through. I place my hand on the door handle, turning the cold metal over in my hand.

As the door swings open, I feel my mouth open in shock and tears spring to my eyes, "Mimi?"

WELL WELL WELL.

Another cliff hanger for you guys to get over. Soz not soz.

Who do you guys think is at the door? It should be obvious but it could be anyone...

So I had my morning tradition ruined today by my sister. I know! It's a terrible thing. That's probably why I had writers block and couldn't figure out what to write in this chapter.

Anyway, every morning, I wake up and turn my laptop on. I get on 抖阴社区 and check my notifications, read some comments looking for funny ones that I like. Then I go to my profile to check what number in fan fiction Wrong Number is. Well this morning, I woke up, turned my laptop on and went to do something while it loaded. Then all I hear is 'It's Number 38!'

Like no! You ruined my tradition.

QOTC: Do you guys have any weird traditions that you do?

ILYSM!

SWAG ON!

~ TJ xoxoxoxo