My Sweetheart

After one week, he got discharged from the hospital and he lived in his apartment with his mother.

"Mom, I'm fine now, don't worry," he whispered when his mother trying to avoid him from doing anything.

"No, just take rest," his mother said and forced him to stay in his bed. His wound wasn't recovered wholly. He couldn't go against his mother so, without any argument, he laid down on the bed.

The moment, he closed his eyes to drift off but something seemed to disturb him. Seeking his phone, he forwarded his hand to grab the same. Turning the screen on, he noticed Lisa's text.

[Baby, how are you?]

Immediately a smile made its way to his lips,

"I'm very fine sweetheart but-" he didn't finish his text and sent it to her. Giggling a little, he waited for her feedback.

[but? are you hurt somewhere?]

"Yes, please come soon," he said and broke into laughter.

[On my way, don't worry I'll fast]

"Please fast, I need you,"

Without replying to his text, she hurriedly got out of her room.

"Mom, I am going to see Louis," she announced but didn't get to hear her voice.

"Mom?"

Not caring about her whereabouts, she got inside the car and dialled her number.

"Yes, Lisa?"

"Where are you?"

"I'm with Louis's mother, talking about something in a nearby cafe," her mother uttered.

"Okay, I called to inform you that I'm going to Louis's apartment in case you get worried about me," she confessed.

"Okay!"

Hanging the call, she speeds up the drive to reach there as soon as possible.

While driving, she received a text from him.

[Where are you?]

Not replying to him as she reached the apartment. Taking long walks towards his room, she was losing her breath because of running and on top of that she was getting worried for him. Not notifying her mother about him as she was afraid to make them uncomfortable for him.

Knocking on the door, she paused for him.

Laughing inside, Louis pretended to be in pain and unlocked the door.

Matching up with his figure in pain, a thread of fear spread over her face. Keeping his hand on the wound, he hissed in pain.

"LOUIS? WHERE ARE YOU HURTING?" she asked in a worried tone and helped him to sit on the couch in the living room.

"TELL ME?"

He pointed at his heart, she grew suspicious because he didn't get a bullet there but near his stomach.

"Are you serious?"

Moving his head as a yes, he leaned over the couch.

"But you aren't hurt there, don't fool me please, I'm worried for you, Louis," she said as anger rushed into her veins. He didn't want to wash away the uncertainty from his face but her fallout was carving him to laugh out loud.

"LOUIS?"

"My heart was missing you so, it is hurting very badly, my sweetheart!" he confessed and let go of his holding and giggled.

That didn't sound funny to Lisa so, she stood up and made her way to get out of his apartment without whispering anything to him.

Glancing at her figure, getting out of there,

"Baby?" he shouted and hurried to stop her from going away. But his words were of no use at that moment. So, he jerked her by encircling his hand around her waist.

She slapped his hands so that he could let go of her body. Proudly, she yanked his hand and moved further.

"It's hurt, Lisa," he said while caressing his hand. But then he realised that she was going ahead.

Quickly, he ran and pulled her body and moved into his apartment, he didn't care about her, slapping his hands.

Closing up the door, he stooped on the couch, with her on his lap.

Turning her face to uphold eye contact with her with one hand while the other one was wrapped around her waist tightly so that she couldn't run again.

"Look at me!" he sounded in a dominating voice.

No response.

"LOOK AT ME, LISA," he said in a husky voice that time. His voice was enough to run shivers down her spine but that time she was angry because he had the right to that for lying and making her scared.

"Please look at me otherwise I will start crying," he said and a pout formed on his fluffy lips.

Again no response.

"I'm sorry baby, please talk to me," he mumbled. Louis stared at her face to get any response from her. Thoughts rushing in his head for any way to make it up for her. But nothing could get in his head other than "that idea". Soon, his eyes caught the sight of her lips, he smirked and crawled closer to her face while he turned her face towards him with his hand. She was about to yank his hand but then suddenly she felt his lips on hers, at first she was shocked and then tried to pull away from the kiss but no she couldn't as his grip got tighten the moment she tried to let go of.

His lips moved in sync but Lisa didn't show any affection or kissed him back. Pulling out in disappointment, he looked at her face.

"I'm sorry, my love," he said.

Her cheeks got a shade when she heard him calling by that name.

"Please, I'm sorry, I was missing you as I didn't get to see you after I got discharged from the hospital," he confessed.

That time, she turned her gaze to him and looked into his eyes.

"I was worried for you, I didn't even remember how fast I tried to come here and what if I got-," before that he attached his lips because he didn't wish to hear those words which she was about to say.

"Don't, I would never let that happen. I promise to never make you worried. I'm so sorry for making you worried," he whispered in a sad tone. Finding him cute, she cupped his cheeks and leaned forward to connect their head.

Feeling his hot breath against her face, they stayed silent for a while, Lisa found it awkward and connected her lips, and kissed him hungrily. Moving lips in sync, he sucked her lower lip and a moan escaped from her mouth.

Moving down to her neckline, she stopped him. There was confusion all over his face, "Why?"

"We have got time and you aren't in a good state, my baby," she said and for the last time, she pecked his lips, and got up from his lap.

He smirked and whispered, "Oh, but what are you talking about? For what we have got the time? huh? Can you name it, my love?" he said while taking steps in her direction.

She giggled and tried to run away from his grip.

"You dirty-minded, girlfriend," he said and was quick enough to pull her in his embrace.

"And what are you then?" she asked.

"Your soon to be husband!" he confessed and she chuckled at his phrase.

She held his chin and made him look at her.

"When?"

"Soon!"

And she started to kiss his face, "Oh my God, impatient? huh?" he said and both of them laughed at that utterance of him.

"I LOVE YOU, MY LOVE, SO MUCH SO MUCH!" she confessed.

"HOW MUCH?"

"SOOOOOOOO MMMMMUUUCCCH,"