sex partners // louis

Chapter 13

"Morning Abby, morning Louis." My mum greets us as we stumble into the kitchen the next morning.

"Morning mum." I say, my voice cracking. Guess I'm more tired than I think I am. Louis is laughing at me. "What?" I say. "Your voice." he says, still laughing. I elbow him in the ribs. "Shut up!" I say. Thank god my voice didn't crack then.. Louis grimaces. "Come on, I didn't hit you that hard!" "Ah, just playing." he says. "Mhm."

I see my mum staring at us. "Have a good sleep?" she asks me. "Yeah." I tell her. She need not know about the kiss.

"So guys, I was thinking we could go to The Breakfast Bar downtown for breakfast." Johannah tells us. "Sounds fabulous! Let's go!" Niall exclaims. In the week or so of knowing him, I've discovered his strange love for food. "Haha- fabuLouis- get it?" Louis says to me. I smirk. "Very funny. But I have to say Daisy is looking phenmomiNiall this morning." Niall laughs really hard at my pun. "You guys are too punny!" Niall says through his laughter.

"Can we just go?" the twins ask.

I ride in our car with my mum, Louis, Niall, and Phoebe. Everyone else is packed into the Tomlinson's car.

"So, Louis?" "Yeah?" "How are your 'injuries' doing?" I ask him, making air quotes when I say "injuries". "Pretty good, actually. Most of them are healed now." Niall leans over and whispers in my ear, "Surprised you didn't find that out last night." I pretend to be disgusted, and make a face at Niall. He puts his hands up. "Just sayin'." I laugh at him. Louis looks at me. "What'd I miss?" I giggle. "Nothing." He looks at Niall, then shakes his head and looks back out the window.

"Phoebe, what are you gonna eat?" Niall asks her. They start talking about food, so I turn to Louis.

"Hey." I say to him. He jumps and turns to face me. "Zoned out, huh?" I ask him. I see him blush a little as he nods. "What are you thinking about?" I ask him. "A girl." Well damn. I guess I am nothing to him, just as I figured. How could anyone- "Abby?" he asks me. I had turned away from him in a pouty manner, I guess. He noticed. "What." "Can I tell you about her?" I don't care about her. "Sure."

"Well, she's about my height, and she has these beautiful bright blue eyes, ad her hair is a gorgeous shade if brown, and she doubts herself but I know how gorgeous she really is, and she is the best kisser.." Are you serious? He's been kissing other girls? She even has brown hair and blue eyes. Like me.

"And I guess she thinks she's fat, but she's absolutely not." Cool. "What's her name?" I ask him. It's probably one of Tanya's three- "Abigail. Her name is Abigail." "Last name?" "Augustine." WAIT. Is he.. Oh my god.. "Me?" I ask weakly, feeling my cheeks flush. "No, a different Abby." "Oh." He puts his hand on mine. "I'm joking! I'm thinking about you." How did he know that I hate my body? Why is he thinking about me?

"Like I told you. I love you, Abby. I really love you." I don't know how to speak at the moment. I think I'm too surprised to say anything. He was using his own time to think. About me of all the damn people in the world. ME.

"Abby?" I look into his bright eyes. "I love you too." I tell him quietly.

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"I'll have the pancakes, please." Louis tells the waitress. He is the last one to order. I am sitting in between him and Niall.

"Hey!" I hear Niall shout suddenly. "What?" I ask him. He points across the room to a booth in the corner. "I know him!" he says. I look at the boy. He is about Louis's height, and has brown hair, and a pair of horn rimmed glasses resting in his face. "He's in our grade, isn't he? He graduated at the top of our class." I say. "Yeah! His name's Marcel. He's really nice. Let's go talk to him!" Niall says. "Okay!" I say, agreeing.

When we get over to Marcel, we both sit down across from him in the booth. He looks up from his plate of eggs ad bacon and smiles at us. He must recognize Niall. "Niall!" he says. "Hey, Marcel!" "You're Abby, right?" I smile. How does he know me? "Yeah! How did you-" "You were in my creative writing class." "Oh! I never really payed attention in that class. I was, uh, writing." He smiles and nods at me understandingly. "So what's up with you, Marcel?" Niall asks him. "Nothin really. Just being dragged to breakfast by Harry." "Harry's here too?" Niall says. "Yeah. You lot are in his seat, actually." "Whoops." I say, going to stand up. "You're fine- he's in the loo, actually." "Oh. Well what have you some this summer?" "Nothing really. Harry has been dragging me around places." "You should come hang out I with us sometime!" I tell him. "Yeah! That'd be awesome!" Niall agrees.

I feel a tap on my shoulder, and turn to see a tall, muscular, curly haired boy. He looks about Niall's age, and his eyes... Oh, his eyes. They're gorgeous. They're a beautiful shade if emerald, and they have a strange yet intriguing glint to them. "I'm Harry." he says. THAT'S HARRY?? "Hello, Harry!" I say. "Sup Harold." Niall says. "Don't start that again." he tells Niall. "Start what?" I ask them. "Calling me Harold. It's annoying." "Oh. Alright then." I say.

Harry sits down next to Marcel and looks at me. "I'm Abby." I say to him. "I'm Harry." "You've already introduced yourself, lad." Marcel says to him. "How old are you Abby?" "I'm 17. I just graduated." I see him look at my nose. "I was pushed. In case you're wondering." "Does it hurt?" he asks me. "It did at first, but now the bandages are just annoying. I get them off in three weeks." He smiles at me. His smile is so charming..

I see Louis watching me from our table. I can tell he is watching the way I look at Harry..

"We should hang out sometime." Harry says to me. "Yeah! You should meet my friend Louis. I think you guys would be good friends." He smiles at me. I see Louis giving him the death glare. "I better go, Niall. You guys can keep talking, but I'm gonna go back to our table." Harry makes a pouty face. "Aww, but we just met!" I smirk at him and say "Would you like my number, Harold?" He smirks back. "I'm going to let that slip 'cause you're cute, and yes, I would." I write my number on a napkin and hand it to him. "Thanks!" he says. I smile at him, and stand up. I decided to tease Louis and hug Marcel. "It was really nice to see you, Marcel!" I tell him. "You too!" he says. Harry looks up at me. "I want a hug too!" he says, using those puppy dog eyes on me...

I hug him, and then I say my goodbyes and head back to our table. Louis looks mad, and he won't look at me.

I sit down next to him. "Louis?" I say. He doesn't say anything. "Louuuuuiiiissssss!" He rolls his eyes. "What?" "Whats wrong?" I ask him. "Well the girl I fell in love with flirts with other boys right in front of me." "Aw, Louis- those are boys from school.. That I didn't know.. But we're friends now so it's okay." He looks into my eyes. "Okay. Can I just eat?" he asks me. I didn't even notice our food was there. "Oh, sorry. Enjoy."

Great. Now he's pissed at me. I was just teasing him. Why can't I have a good sense of humor?

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