The Dolls
Imagine..
"Oh (Y/N) , I just love your beautiful blonde hair." You said in a high pitched voice as you moved your Louis doll towards the Barbie doll that Louis had gotten to represent you.
"But, LouBear, I love your bum!" You said in a even higher pitched voice
"What are you doing in here?" Louis asked, popping his head into your bedroom.
You gasped and hid the dolls behind your back.
"You're home early." You muttered.
"You love my bum?" Louis asked, completely ignoring your comment and rubbing his backside.
"So what if I do?" You muttered, blushing.
"(Y/N) , it's okay if you like my bum you don't have to be embarrassed. I'll say something that I like about you." Louis offered.
You looked up at your boyfriend, waiting for him to say something.
"I quite like your breasts." He chuckled, coming to sit on the bed with you.
"Of course you do." You muttered, getting up to put the dolls back.
"No! Wait! I want to play with them!" Louis exclaimed, holding his hands out for the two dolls.
"Why?" You asked.
"Because it looked like you were having a lot of fun and I want to have fun too!" Louis whined.
You smirked and eyed the boy up and down.
"Trust me, we can have fun without the dolls."
THE END
