When You Let Your Heart Win
"Why not?" I squeaked. "It's good."
"I don't want to ruin one of your favourite foods, babe." He laughed swinging open our front door and letting me walk in first.
"Just because you'll murder it doesn't mean I'll stop eating it." I laughed patting his back. "Shall I go to the market?"
"No need, Teddy!"
"What?" I pouted as El wobbled out of the kitchen.
"I made dinner and already been to the shops and restocked the kitchen." She smiled as she rubbed her belly.
"You didn't have to." Lou sighed, I’m guessing in relief, as we walked in further and stopped a few feet in front of her. "How are you feeling?"
"Like I have a bowling ball rolling into my bladder." She giggled, then stood up straighter. "I bought groceries because you haven't let me pay you some rent..."
"Oh, how shocking is that." I spoke sarcastically and turned towards Louis then back to her. "Don't worry about rent. He doesn't even let me pay. Hell, this mad man won't even let me have a job." I jerked my thumb towards him before grabbing my suitcase handle and rolled passed her and towards our room. "Smells good, El. Who made it?"
"Was that a joke? Like she knows I made it, right? She's just being nice?" El whispered to Louis, but I heard it, and I'll admit, it made me smile. She doesn't know if I'm being a bitch or not and surprisingly, I'm not being a bitch. This time.
"She's being nice." Lou laughed. "Let us put this in our room then we'll be in for dinner."
"Yeah, thanks for that!" I stuck my head out and glared.
"What?" She looked terrified. Hahaha. "Should I throw it out? Give it to... Niall?"
"No." I laughed walking back to them and leaned against Louis a little. "I made a bet with Louis here where he was supposed to make me dinner."
"And you just saved us from consuming some form of food borne illness." Lou smiled proudly and wrapped an arm around me.
"I just guess you're sleeping on the couch tonight." I sighed and El's eyes went wide.
"I'll throw it away or put it away." She rushed. "I thought I could do something nice and I'm obviously not helping..."
"Babe, sarcasm." I laughed. "Sarcastic is my middle name."
"Oh." She frowned then smiled quickly. "Well, let's get in there before the food gets cold." She clapped her hands and walked passed us and into the kitchen.
"Do I really have to sleep on the couch?" Lou asked wrapping both arms around me and spoke into my shoulder.
"No." I smiled leaning into him.
“And not letting you sleep on the couch.” I giggled.
“Mainly the being nice part.”
"Hey, she made us dinner. I have to be nice." I shrugged and he squeezed me a little tighter. "My attitude towards her needs to change anyways, so I'm working on getting used to everything and if I'm going to be Shay's... stepmom, I gotta get along with her mother." I explained.
"Thank you." He whispered and kissed my neck.
"I won't be her friend or anything." I laughed. "Never. I'll just be nice and get along. Friendly without being friends."
"It's better than being at each other's throats."
"Mhmm." I hummed.
"C'mon, lovebirds!" El called as Louis kept kissing my neck.
"Coming!" I laughed. "Stop."
"Babe, Eleanor made us dinner. She's being nice. Now it's our turn to be nice and go eat what she made."
"Alright." He sighed and eased up on his grip.
"Back to reality, big boy." I turned around and wrapped my arms around his neck.
"Don't call me that." He shook his head.
"Okay." I shrugged. "Let's get a move on, big man." I smiled sliding my hands to my side and walked passed him. But before I got too far, I slapped his bum. I had to. His bum always look specular in sweat pants. "So!" I sorta yelled and made El jump slightly as I walked into the kitchen. "Sorry. I'll work on that." I apologised as she smiled. "What did you make us?"
"It's nothing fancy. I've been trying to eat healthier, so I asked me mum and she gave me a recipes and I saw one for chicken and broccoli Alfredo, so here we be."
"Ooh, pasta!" I clapped my hands like a mad man and was greeted with amused grins. "What?" I asked looking at them and when I got nothing but a smile being shown to the floor and a quick glance towards El before moving to the window looking out at the back garden, I slumped. "What?"
"I'm hungry. Airplane food sucks." I explained with a slight whine.
"Oh, I understand that." El nodded sitting down and started to serve herself as we sat down and severed ourselves as well. "Even first class food sucks."
"I wonder if private jets have good food." I thought out loud.
"They do." El mumbled with a mouthful. "Sorry, that was rude."
"It's fine." Lou laughed.
"Who's private jet have you been on?" I leaned my head to the side some.
"I don't remember who's exactly it was, but it was with Louis and the rest of the boys. I think it was for needing to get to LA for the X Factor." She explained. "Andy was there, Gemma and even Perrie was." She continued and pointed at Lou as I started to get upset. "Wasn't Stan and your mum with us then as well?"
"Yeah." He nodded and looked at me as I just played with my food. "Babe?" He whispered and placed his hand on my knee and squeezed slightly.
"Hmm?" I looked at him.
"Yeah." I nodded and looked up at El. She looked like she was ready to cry. I hate that look. "El, this is delicious."
"Thank you." She smiled slightly.
"Thank you for doing this too." I added. "It is better than whatever Louis would’ve made us and we could’ve died.”
“Alright, I’m not that bad.”
“Sure, babe.” I smiled slapping his hand. “Keep telling yourself that. If that’s how you need to deal with it, it’s okay.”
“Yeah, me too.” El chimed in. “Being a horrible cook has to suck.”
“Teddy’s not any better!” He tried to defend himself.
“She’s made us meals before, I thought it was good.” El nodded in my direction as I turned my head towards Louis and put on a stupid grin.
“You two can not gain up on me!” He stood up and pointed between us.
“I have no idea what you are talking about.” I sang looking back down at my food.
“I need a beer.” He shook his head with a smile and left to go grab one.
“About what?” I looked from where Louis disappeared to El.
“About the private jet thing.” She looked down. “It was nothing special. You must of been off seeing your parents or in Uni.”
“Yeah.” I nodded and felt even worse whenever she mentioned my parents.
“Shit, God I’m sorry.” She apologised again. “I have a big mouth and I don’t know when to shut it.”
“It’s okay.” I assured. “Who needs Bible thumpers in their lives anyway?” I tried to joke.
“If you ever want to talk about it, actually talk about it, I’m here.” She smiled.
“I might take you up on that.” I smiled.
This is weird. Me being nice to Eleanor. Eleanor being nice to me. It’s weird.
And I sorta like it.
“Huh?” I looked up at Louis leaning against the door frame to our room.
“The private jet thing.” He jerked his head back into the hall before coming in and jumping onto his side on his stomach.
“It’s fine.” I rolled my eyes. “I’m over it. El already apologised, even though she didn’t need to, and I’m fine.” I smiled and brushed some of his hair back. “I’m going to go to sleep, are you staying?”
“Yeah.” He nodded and got up and stripped.
“Uh!” I groaned turning away from him and tried my hardest not to give into him and look back at him. “Did you really have to do that in front of me?”
“Do what?” He asked innocently, even though there’s not an innocent bone in Louis Tomlinson’s body.
“You know what.” I turned back towards him, keeping my eyes on his and glared at him.
“Oh!” He nodded and looked down at his body. “You mean stripping so I can sleep comfortably…”
“Yes.” I nodded cutting him off.
“Naked.” He smirked.
“I hate you.” I shook my head and slid out of bed and took off my sweats and top.
“Out of all the times I don’t notice you going commando it’s whenever we’re on a plane.” He scolded himself and crawled under the covers as I got back in and moved into his side.
“It’s not like I hide it.” I sighed as I traced a tattoo.
“Yeah.” I nodded looking up at him. “It’s nice to be home and everything, I’m just waiting for everything to come crashing in on our good moods.”
“We don’t know if that’ll happen.”
“It always does.” I rolled over onto my stomach, half on the bed and half on him. “At least it does lately with me.”
“Then I will do everything in my power to make sure it doesn’t.” He said making me look up at him.
“I promise.” He smiled and rolled onto his side, moved the sheet down some, moved my hair off to the side and started to draw little shapes onto my back. “And I can keep that promise right now.”
“I’m too tired.” I shook my head.
“No.” He laughed. Like actually laughed. It’s always nice to hear that. “Next month, we’re going to the BRITs.”
“Obviously.” I rolled my eyes.
“I meant me and you.” He whispered leaning a little closer to me.
“Really?” I smiled. More perky and alert.
“Mhmm.” He nodded and smiled. Obviously pleased with how taking me to the BRITs would change my mood. “Who else would I take as my plus one? Me mum? She’s majorly pregnant, if you haven’t noticed.”
“Okay, no need to be an arse.” I smiled moving up against him until he flipped us so his back was flat against the bed and I was hovering slightly over him. “I’m going to the BRITs with you?”
“Yes.” He smiled and leaned up and kissed me softly. “So start looking for something to wear.”
“I got a month.” I scoffed and rolled off him and laid how I was to begin with. “I got time.”
“Teddy… Babe, I know you, start now.”
“What are you saying, Tomlinson?” I raised my eyebrows at him.
“You’ll wait until the very last minute to get a dress or whatever else you girls wear these days and you’ll go mad.”
“I’ll look up something tomorrow.” I yawned.
“No you won’t.”
“Yes I will!” I scoffed.
“You’ll wait till the last minute.” He smiled.
“One of these days I’m going to prove you wrong.” I pointed out and rolled over onto my side and snuggled into my pillow.
“What’s wrong with snuggling me?” He whined.
“I’m already comfy. Tomorrow night.” I mumbled.
“Can I cuddle you?” He asked pressing up against my back and pretty much laid on top of me.
“Do I have a choice?” I asked like I was breathless.
“Nope.” He shook his head slightly. “Night, babe.”
“Na night.” I smiled.
“I’ll remind you to get an outfit next week.”
“I could always go naked.” I mumbled half asleep.
“That’s good.” He spoke softly. “I approve of that.”
“You’re practically asleep already.” He laughed softer than how he spoke.
“Mhmm, night. Love you.”
“I hate jet lag.” He sighed.
“Shh.” I shushed him and tried to move my hand to swat his face, but he was slightly laying on it, so I gave up.
“Okay.” He whispered and kissed my back. “Love you, bear.”
“To the stars and back.”
i bet you read that in Harry’s voice
you did, didn’t ya?
for some oddddddd reason, i’m in a really good mood
so my bookmarks bar has been overly full for like the past month
and i didn’t know why, until i went and saw what i saved
and i now remember why i saved everything
because i wanted to show you all
i'm sure you all seen these
but when you get this thrown at you one after another on tumblr
so like, forgive me for this
(stupid, cute idiots)
('i saw her boobies' look)
(gangsta) (<--- sorry, lame)
(dick. i mean that in more ways than one ;P)
(don't look so thrilled, boys)
(TOP RIGHT! AHHHHHHHHHH! sexy, asshole. yee killed me. again) (<--- lameeeee, Emily, laaaame)
(i love his thighs. is that normal?)
(fingers, yo! LOOK AT THOSE FINGERS! ;))
(fetus x factor Louis has reappeared ladies [and possibly gents? are there any boys reading this? if so HIIIIIIIIIIII! you’re cute and i love you :D])
life as a Louis girl is hard
(i’ve said that before, but dudes, it’s fucking true)
earlier i was on YouTube and came across this beauty
watch at your own risk Lou girls
i couldn’t watch the whole thing
so i don’t know if there was any Pittsburgh shots thrown in there or not
(i was there, btw :D i cried from section 104 seat 19, bitches)
it’s not like all about his ass or penis (i wish), but he’s just so cute
i love him
anyways, sorry for the overload of Louis hotness
i tend to apologize for Louis hotness a lot… sorry
anywho-ooo, tell me what you think of this, slightly faster updated chapter
and if it’s not much to ask, can you all comment and tell me what you’re thinking with what i’m about to throw down?
like with what Louis’ hiding
what’s going to happen after Eleanor has Shayla
annnnnnd the next chapter, i'm going to skip time
not a lot
like a month
Valentine's day and BRITs time-ish wise
and that's the start of the drama
and i'll probably be hated for it
soooo, yeah, get ready ;)
ps, i am sorry that i am such a dork and retard and stupid and lol
i was typing that ^ out and i started laughing
time for bed