He is not a lover who does not love forever.-Euripedes

"I will fight you." I snap, pointing at him threatiningly as I stand on the opposite side of the bed that he is on.

"Oh please, Rauline. You may be the same height as me but you are not threatening whatsoever." Louis scoffs.

"Oh really?" I smirk.

Louis rolls his eyes and crosses his arms over his chest. "Really." He responds, tilting his head to the side slightly.

"Well fine." I sigh, surrendering by putting my hands up in the air. I walk from the side of the bed to his side, but he still slightly backs away from me with widened eyes, making me laugh. "Your seriously not threatened by me at all, huh?" I ask with a chuckle.

"No." He frowns with furrowed brows.

"Whatever Louis. But chill, I'm not going to do anything."

"I don't care." He shrugs.

"Plus, I'm tired, I just want to go to bed."

"What?" He whines, sulking his shoulders suddenly like a child. "It's only nine o' clock. Why are you so tired?"

"It's been a long day." I shrug, sitting on the bed in the hotel room. "Plus it's dark outside so it's making me more drowsy."

Louis sighs. "Fine." He mumbles, sitting on the bed beside me.

I look at him and he looks back at me quickly.

"Wha-"

Before he can say anything I tackle him suddenly on the bed to straddle him and lock his wrists on the mattress above his head. "Holy shit." He breaths as I look down on him.

"Threatened now?" I grin with a chuckle.

He raises his brows and let's out a laugh.

"Threatened no. Turned on? Yes." He nods quickly.

"Oh. So you like being the submissive one sometimes, don't you?"

"I guess." He shrugs.

"Little fact that I did not know about you."

"I didn't know either until now." He shrugs again. I laugh. "Wait, so does this mean that your not tired?" He smiles suddenly.

I let go of one of his wrists and poke his nose. "No, I'm tired. I just wanted to prove a point." I sigh and get off of him quickly. He sits up, hair and clothes now a tattered mess.

"I like this."

"Like what?"

"Being together. Alone."

I smile silently and turn around to walk towards the bathroom. But before I go inside I turn to look at him again. "Me too." I nod.

LATER

I feel his leg on mine again and he keeps trying to tangle them together but i'm actually really tired and I really just don't want that right now. So I keep kicking his damn leg away but he keeps putting it back and I'm over it. I'm snapping.

He shouldn't have taken the risk of doing this shit because he knows I've got a short temper.

I spring up in the bed and look at him to see his eyes closed and a small smirk on his nice face. I roll my eyes and pounce on him to straddle him once again. His eyes snap open, wide, and the smirk dissapears. "I am going to murder you." I snap.

"Do it." He challenges.

But then he suddenly fights through my strength and then he is the one straddling me. I growl in annoyance and try to fight back but he's holding on tight and I feel my arousal getting to me.

He dips his head into the crook of my neck and I feel his soft lips placing gentle kisses on the warm skin. I shiver in pleasure and my eyes flutter closed as a shaky breathe escapes past me.

"Louis." I whisper.

He hums.

"Stop."

"Why?"

"Your a bad boy. I'm supposed to be the dominant one right now."

He chuckles.

"I love you."

My heart races suddenly at his words and I try fighting through his strength again, but I'm too weak. He makes me fucking weak.

I can't count the amount of times he's said that to me these past few months and how many times I've ignored it and how many times his mood has changed just from me not saying anything back. He gets quiet, maybe even a little sad. And just feel my heart break a little each time.

But I wasn't ready. I wasn't sure if I felt the same way. I knew I cared for him. I knew I wanted him to be okay and happy. But I didn't think I loved him. I didn't think I felt the same way that I did before all the fights. Damn those fights. The mentally draining fights.

"Let me touch you." I whisper as he kisses more down my neck and almost to my chest. And I actually want to let him finish but it's too late. And I'm going to carry out my plan.

"Fine." He says.

He loosens his grip suddenly and I begin to straddle him instead. He looks up at me with vibrant blue eyes, even in the darkness.

I dip my head to get to his ear and I close my eyes, feeling them tearing up from the emotion inside of me. "I love you too." I whisper, my voice shaky. And I mean it. Because I know. I know now that these feelings mean I'm slowly, strongly, falling in love with him again. And i've been feeling these feelings for approximately two months. And they never went away.

He doesn't respond so I stop straddling him and decide to lay beside him instead, landing on my back.

I sigh shakily and close my eyes.

"For a long time now." I tell him.

He still doesn't say anything. But I feel his hand interlock with mine and we hold tight to each other. It seems that we won't let go any time soon too. And I'm okay with that.

And I'm happy that I'm finally embracing the fact that I'm loving him truly and to full capacity again.

"I'm sorry for everything."

"Stop. I know. That's way in the past Louis. It's okay." I say, shaking my head.

"And I promise. I really promise, Rauline. To be a better husband and father."

I don't say anything.

"I love you."

"You already said that a million times."

"This is the first time your saying it back. I want to hear it again."

"I love you too, Louis Tomlison."

"Oh yeah, that feels good." He sighs. "Again."

"No Louis. Shut up." I say through laughter. He begins to laugh with me and he brings our locked hands up to place a kiss on my knuckles.

"So." He says.

"Yeah?"

"Do you think we could have sex now?" He asks, sitting up for me to look at him.

"In the morning. For the umpteenth time I am tired as hell." I snap. But I don't let go of his hand and I make my head fall to the side on the pillow he was previously laying on, smelling his strong cologne. And I close my eyes.

"Fine by me, babe."

"Your such a boy." I mumble.

"But you love me."

"Yes, Louis." I sigh, a small smile settling on my lips.

"Okay, goodnight Rauline." He chuckles. And I feel the bed dip again as he lays back down.

"Goodnight, weirdo." I respond.

But I don't fall asleep right away. My fast beating heart from everything is keeping me up, but not in that bad way. It's the way you want to stay awake and simply look at the person you love. Watch them. Admire everything about them. Make sure to soak in everything that makes you love them and reflect on who they are and how they make you feel.

His flaws are grand. No doubt about it. But we worked through them. I studied who he was a bit more as I have gotten more experience in the world and learned how people can really be. And I realized something wonderful.

He is a good person. He is one of those damaged people that have such a huge collapse in there life and when it happens, they are determined to fix it again if they really want to. If they want something, they'll do it. No matter how hard the task is.

And when it works out, he'll make sure to full capacity that he will not mess up ever again. And he will stick to the promise of never messing up.

I've thought about who he is. Long and hard. There have been nights I didn't sleep, trying to put all my thoughts together since this has turned into such a huge part of my life. And i've figured him out. I'm confident I have.

He's a person with strong emotions and a strong mind, just like me. And he didn't know how to control it, but I do. Maybe that's why we work.

Our minds link together to create something powerful in our relationship, something interesting, and if the fire that starts to form from it on one side becomes too much, someone will be there to put it out quickly before it's too late because they know. They know how it feels.

All relationships have its downfalls. And all relationships need to heal before completely getting fixed again.

I'm willing to go through it. I understand him. I know him. And I know myself. And we fit in a messy way.

And it seems I don't want to find anyone else to simply fit with.

THE END