Louis POV
“Trackies, check, shirt, check, jumper, check, Nike’s, check, new undies, check. Right, ready to go.” I walked out of my room and down to the ground floor lounge room to wait for Codie. I finally got her to go on a date with me! Score! I sat on the couch next to the guys while they watched the T.V.
“Why are you so excited?” Niall said, I gave him a death glare. Seriously? Did I need to tell him… again? “I’m kidding mate, I’m kidding. Chill your beans, I did nothing wrong.” He put his hands up like he was innocent.
“Okay then.” I said before Codie’s dad walked into the room.
“Which one of you guys has decided that it’s okay to go out with my daughter?” he asked, if this was a game of angry birds, I would be the pig, him the birds. The rest of the guys jumped off of the couch and fled, leaving me sitting there alone, an open shot.
“Holy sheet balls…” I said to myself, luckily he didn’t hear me.
“So, you decided that going on a date with my daughter would be okay now, hmm?”
“Yeah, maybe…”
“Good, you would be the one out of you boys I would choose for her.”
“WHAT?!”
“Umm, what?”
“You come in here all puffed up about me going out, maybe, with Codie then say I’m doing the right thing? How does this make sense, could you please tell me Mr Badress?”
“Well, I needed to get the rest of the boys out for me to talk to you. That seemed the easiest way.”
“Mr Badress, what do you need to talk to me about?”
“First of all, call me Adrian. Secondly, don’t break her heart. She has a good heart, she helps too much, trusts too much, she gives too much, she loves too much and always seems to hurt the most. Be careful with her. She may seem strong and bulletproof, but, on the inside she’s the same as every other girl, sensitive, easy to break. If you do break her heart, you’ll have me to answer too.”
“Yes Adrian, I understand.”
“Good lad, take care of her. Only three guys have been lucky enough to be with her, but none of them realised what they had.” He left the room, leaving me alone while I waited for Codie. Eventually I heard the sound of sneakers.
I looked at the staircase and found Codie standing at the top of it. She was wearing pale blue skinny jeans with a black DC jumper on. She had fluoro green and purple Nike’s on. “Let’s go shall we?” I asked while I put my arm out poshly.
“We shall” she said in response. She put her arm through mine and we walked out the door.
Codie’s POV
“What’s your favourite colour?” I looked at Louis at that question. I knew the road like the back of my hand, so I didn’t really need to look while I drove.
“You really need to ask that question?” I blinked slowly. My jeans, my car, my room's walls, my eyes, my car (I needed to say that twice, it's my car). “Is a brain, no matter how small, in that head of yours?”
“Umm, purple?”
“Noo” I shook my head.
“Green?” he said. I shook my head again. Seriously? Is it really that hard to guess? “Red?” I looked at him again with a look of utter ‘WTF?’ it couldn’t be that hard.
“Try again.” I said to him.
“Black?”
“That’s technically not a colour, it’s a shade”
“I give up.”
“You really don’t know, do you?”
“No, I don’t.”
“It’s really obvious.”
“Well, this is a great start eh? I actually, really, don’t know.”
“Dude, it’s blue”
“Right, knew that, totally…”
“Not. Doesn’t matter, we’re here now”
I pulled up in front of a café. It was a very good coffee shop, I loved it. I got out of my Ferrari and got a few fans…
Wait a minute, people who knew who the freaking hell I was? Oh. My. God! There was only about ten of them, but still, it was nice. I shook their hands, gave them signatures etcetera. It was cool. Then Louis got out with his massive sunglasses on and stood next to me. “Could you be any more conspicuous?” I asked him.
“Very plausible.”
“You ass.”
“That’s just rude.”
“I’m sorry my love.”
“That’s alright honey.”
We walked in and I ordered the drinks, a chick was serving so I thought it would be better if I ordered. “Dine in or take-away?” she asked.
“My love?” I said sarcastically to Louis.
“Yes love?”
“Would you like to go to the park love?”
“Why not love?”
“Take-away please… Gemma” it took a while to read her name on the tag. It was weird calling my best friend ‘love’. Who am I kidding? I call Jamie ‘love’ all the time. I swear some people think we’re lesbian, I’ll show them.
“It’ll be ready in a minute.”
“Thank you Gemma.”
“That’s alright love” she said in a fairly harsh and rude tone.
“Don’t speak to my girlfriend like that” Louis said sternly.
“It was just a joke mate. Chill your beans, it’s not like you’re Louis Tomlinson”
I covered my mouth with my hand to hide a smile. “How do you know who I is and who I isn’t?”
“Hun, if you were Louis Tomlinson, you wouldn’t be going out with this… thing. Ah that’s the word, slut”
“Your saying my girlfriend is a slut?”
“Maybe.”
“And what would be wrong if Louis Tomlinson was going out with this girl? Just because you have a One Direction tattoo under your arm, doesn’t mean that I would go out with you or that you would be ‘perfect’ for me.”
“Why did you say ‘me’? And how do you know about my tattoo?”
“It’s pretty obvious ‘love’” He sounded like Jack Sparrow when he said that.
“Two hot chocolates with extra cream.” A barista shouted to the world.
“That would be us Lou- ve” I saved that line, almost let his identity out. I grabbed his hand and started dragging him towards the other side of the café. “Thank you” I said as I grabbed the hot drinks and went out the door and got in the car. I waited until Louis got in the car and drove off. Except I wasn’t going to the park.
“Where are we going?” Louis asked.
“Home”
“Why?”
“Because the one time where I would want you to lay low, noo. You had to have a go at that girl, I didn’t care to be honest. I wouldn’t give a shit if she called me a slut to my face. I don’t care what people call me, or think of me. Only I can judge me, if I like who I am then everyone else needs to change, not me.”
“I’m sorry, it’s just how she spoke to you. I hate it when people do that because there’s no reason behind it. I’ll keep in mind to let other people offend you, even if you don’t know them.”
“Good. How did you know about her tattoo anyway? I couldn’t see it”
“She posted it on our page in response to a weird comment. I recognised her face and name, thought it was a good thing to shut her up with.”
I started laughing at that comment.
“I have a question for you.”
“Okay, hit me Louis.” he slapped my arm. “Hey! I said hit me!”
“And so I did. I thought it was a weird wish, but I granted it.”
“You know what I meant Louis.”
“Yeah, I did. Anyway, my question. Why did you call me love? Out of all the things you could call me, you called me love.” I looked down for a split second. Why did I call him love?
“That is a very good question Louis. So good, that I don’t know the answer. Just the first thing that popped into my head instead of Louis I suppose.”
“Alright then. Can we go to the park?”
“No Louis. You were a bad boy, you earn a trip to the park, it’s not a right.”
“It is actually. In the contract you signed to have the job of taking care of us. It says that if we want to do something, you have to do it. Apart from ‘it’. That’s sexual abuse.”
“Louis, if you know the contract that well, you would see that I am not supposed to date anyone that stays at my house. So, I reckon it’s alright to break the rule that you’re going on about. Anyway, at this moment, your acting in as my boyfriend, not my guest. So I think that it’s okay for me to reject your request of going to the park.”
I sounded like a professional then, and that left him fairly quiet too. “That’s what I thought.”
“Well… whatever” he waved his hand and started laughing.
“What are you laughing at you ninny?”
“Your face.”
“What did I do?” usually I made faces without realising it.
“Nothing. I just realised why your friends call you Tinkerbelle.”
“Why?” I really wanted to know this one. I had no idea how I looked like Tinkerbelle.
“You look like a freaking pixie. Seriously, you’ve got big eyes, a button nose, full lips. Just put a pair of wings on with some glitter and no one could tell you apart from Tinkerbelle.”
“What? Tell me, how does that make sense?”
“I’m not sure. You just have that look of a pixie.”
“Okay whatever. If you thought that was going to make me take you to the park, nu-uh honey boo boo. It’s not gonna work.”
“Damn.” he clicked his fingers and looked out the window. Then he started fake crying.
“Don’t you start crying for real. If you start crying, I will, and that will be a big mess.”
“But I want to go to the park!”
“I don’t care, you’re… we’re not going to the park mate, so get over yourself.”
“Can’t we just turn back?” he said like a five year old.
“We could…” I waited for the light to turn green. It finally did. “But, oh no, we’re on the freeway. Can’t turn back now, unless you wanna pay the fine?”
“No.” he said, pouting out his bottom lip.
“That’s what I thought.”
“Can we go tomorrow?”
“OH GOD LOUIS!”

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