*Savannah's P.O.V*
Louis pulled up to the high school, and I got out and thanked him.
"No problem, and I'll pick you up at three, ok?"
"Ok," I smiled and waved goodbye to him. He grinned and pulled out. I was instantly surrounded by crowds of girls.
"Was that Louis Tomlinson?!"
"Does he know you?"
"Who are you?"
"Can you tell him I said hi?" A million girls shouted out questions at me, and I quickly darted inside the school. I reached my locker and grabbed my books while trying to avoid the girls. It was like that the whole day, and I was getting pretty annoyed. Riley was with me, but she had to go to a doctor appointment at noon. After she left, a bunch of people came up to me and were all, "Hey Savannah! Wanna sit with me and my other friends at lunch?" "Hey friend!" I ignored them all because I knew they were trying to use me to meet the boys.
I was relieved when the bell finally rang. Snatching my books, I darted out of the classroom and sprinted for my locker. Stuffing my books in it, I texted Louis and told him I was ready. I was waiting on a bench outside the school when someone "accidentally" pushed me off.
"What was that for?" I asked, getting up only to find myself face to face with the one and only Brittany Stafford. She is your typical popular girl who has the obviously bleached blond hair, ice-cold blue eyes, designer clothes, loads of money, and a million followers in real life and on Facebook/Twitter/Instagram. She smirked and flipped her hair in my face.
"I don't know why Louis was with you this morning, but just know that they wouldn't hang out with you– they'd rather be with me. So–" her rant got cut off by Louis honking the horn at me.
"You were saying?" I asked, smirking at her.

I got up and went over to him and hopped into the passenger seat.
"Ello love. How was school?" He joked, pretending to sound like my father while reaching over and turning on the radio. I shrugged and put my bag on my lap.
"Eh, It was ok but I can't wait to go back home and– rats!" He glanced over at me as he pulled out of the high school and onto the road.
"What's wrong?" He asked, keeping an eye on the street.
"Um, I may have to, uh, go back home and be there for, uh, two weeks," I said, fiddling with my hair.
"So you'll be alone?" I nodded.
"You can stay with us! We have plenty of room and the boys won't be over every night," he offered. I was about to agree, but I hesitated,
"But won't I be invading your privacy?" I asked, looking at my feet. He chuckled.
"Of course not, and I do believe somebody would thoroughly enjoy your presence," he said, winking.
"Whatever you say Lou," I shrugged off his joke and listened to the radio.

He started giggling like a little girl, and I questionably looked at him.
"Care to enlighten me?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.
"You said rats!" He was kinda jumping around in his seat now while trying to control his laughter.
"And? Watch out for the other cars Lou!" I grabbed his arm and he swerved, barely avoiding the Mustang.
"It just sounds really funny!" He started repeating the word in different pitches and voices. The low tone really creeped me out, then he said it in a super girly high-pitched voice, making me laugh along with him.
"Anything else you need to know about what I say?" I asked, eying him as he switched to a rumbling voice. He nodded, putting on his turn signal.
I listed all my weird sayings, and he immediately began repeating the phrases in the various tones and voices. When he said 'for serious' in a thick French accent, I lost it. I started laughing uncontrollably and he kept transitioning into even funnier, crazier accents.
"Stop it Lou!" I managed to gasp out in between laughs.
"Why? It's fun!" He whined, turning into his driveway.
"Because!" I grabbed my bag, stepped out of the car, and waited for him to park it.

When he came out of the garage, his face was less red, but it still had signs he was laughing his guts out two minutes ago. He opened the door and held it open for me, and I thanked him. He was barely keeping a straight face as he passed by the boys who were apparently still here.
"Hey Sav!" Niall called out from the living room.
"Hey guys! What's up?" I asked, setting my bag down on the couch.
"Nothing much. We were bored all day long so we went exploring," he replied, following me to the kitchen. I rummaged through the pantry, pulling out a bag of trail mix. An arm snaked in and grabbed a bag of chips. I turned around, and Niall was already going upstairs.
"So, where are the rest of the guys?" I mumbled to myself, sitting on the couch.
"LOUIS IS HERE!" A voice declared, landing next to me. I must've jumped five feet in the air.
"Is today scare the living daylights out of Savannah day or something?" I asked. He shrugged, reaching into my trail mix and pulling out a handful of chocolate M&Ms. I swatted his hand away.
"Hey! Get your own candy! It's your house anyways," I said.
"Exactly! Which means this food is property of Louis William Tomlinson, so hand it over," he held out his hand.
"But doesn't the guest get first dibs?" I reasoned. He groaned.
"Fine. Oh, and Zayn's over at Perrie's house, and Liam's helping out at the studio so he should be back in an hour," he said over his shoulder as he went to the kitchen.
"Ok, so what do y'all want to do?" I asked, leaning back and propping my feet on the coffee table. He came back in, carrying a bowl of popcorn.
"Don't you have homework?" He asked, sitting next to me.
"Nope! I finished it at school," I said, taking some kernels out of the bowl.
"Harry! Niall! Do you wanna have an air-hockey tournament in the game room?" He shouted, leaning back towards the doorway.
"Yeah, sure!" Two voices exclaimed followed by a bunch of thumps. We got up, carrying the snacks, and went downstairs.