A/N: Third drabble, Louis and Lucy. Thought it would be interesting to do a cousin love drabble... please review!
Louis/Lucy
Phase
Why does she have to be so damn pretty? It's not fair. What she did to him, it wasn't fair. She was too bloody hot, too gorgeous and charming and funny. She was like a magnet, and no matter how hard he resisted, he kept being drawn back to her, too close for comfort. He couldn't help it. This was all her fault.
Why did he feel this way about her. Why was he attracted to her, to Lucy, to his cousin? He hated what she did to him when they were near each other. He hated that he wanted to run his hands through her beautiful brown curls, he hated that he wanted to touch her soft, pale skin. Most of all, he hated that every part of his body tingled when he set eyes on her full, pink lips.
It was wrong. He told himself this, time and time and time again, that everything about this whole messed up situation was spectacularly wrong. What had happened to him? Just a few months ago, he'd still thought girls were yucky, even though all his friends were starting to notice girls and James and Fred had started teasing him about his refusal to start dating. There just wasn't anyone that he liked like that. But this, this was new. His friends had told him the signs, and he'd been getting the signs for an abnormally long time now.
Why did the first girl he fell in love with have to be his cousin?
And Lucy, of all people. At least if it was Molly, she wouldn't think any differently of him, wouldn't tell a soul. And if it was Rose or Roxanne, they'd just laugh it off and be just as nice to him anyway, or pretend they didn't know what he was on about. But Lucy would think he was weird. Lucy would avoid him pointedly, perhaps for the rest of their lives, if he told her, because she was just too proud.
But Louis guessed that wouldn't matter, because he would never tell her. He would never tell Lucy he was in love with her.
It was just a phase. Keep telling yourself that, Louis. It's just a phase.