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"School?" I've heard someone saying and then in my eyesight I saw the typical white trainers. I was tying my laces really slowly, because I had to prepare for the eye contact and the obvious small talk about school.

"Yeah," I sighed not too happily. I stood up and looked him in the eyes. They are normal blue eyes, nothing really special. But somehow I am not capable to stay cool thanks them.

"You don't sound excited," oh really, Louis?

"Should I be?" I asked and my left eyebrow raised up to my forehead.

"I assume, as a teen I was excited for my friends and the little pranks that we were making for teachers." He took out his pack of cigarettes and put one between his lips. Why are you doing this to me?

"I presume you've had better teenage years than I do." I smiled innocently and he blew out the cigarette smoke right to my face. I made a grimace. "Anyways, I gotta go," I said and bite my lip for a second but then I realized what I am doing and stopped immediately.

"Okay, see you, Poppy" he waved me and I did the same thing for him.

"Hey, Pooh," my friend jumped towards me.

"Hi, Nanny," I hugged her and took out my English notebook. "How have you been?" I smiled. She had a little rendezvous with one boy from school, John.

"Okay, so..." And she was unstoppable.

•••

"Don't you wanna have a ride?" A car stopped near me and the voice I heard was Louis'.

"Well, yes," I answered gladly, because the rain was unbelievably strong today. I sat next to the man and used a seat belt. "Thank you," I added when I was safely 'pinned' to the seat.

"No problem, whether you'll pay the gas," he smirked and started driving. Idiot...

"The weather is horrible."

"Yes, I haven't seen pouring rain like this in weeks" he agreed.

We were sitting in silence since then all the way to our street. I was nervous and I hope Louis hasn't noticed that. I don't know what I'll do, if he had...

He parked his car in the garage and took out keys. "Where is my gas payment?" He asked and turned a little bit to me, so it's more like a conversation between a taxi driver and his costumer.

"I don't have money, Mr. Tomlinson," I said with face full of sorrow.

"And what about making me lunch, miss?"

"Sounds fair to me," I agreed. Why I am doing myself things like this?! Suicide would be easier than that!

We got off the car and went right to his kitchen. I'm not here for the first time, so cooking won't be a problem for me. I opened the refrigerator and checked the food he has.

"Okay, I don't see much of-" I wanted to finish my sentence, but he aborted me.

"I was grocery shopping, don't worry," and then he putted some plastic bags on the extension.

I couldn't help myself, I felt like his wife in that moment. You should stop thinking like this, girl...

"I'm starting to be suspicious about you planned this," I said jokingly.

"And what if I did?" He was helping me with unpacking the food and I thought I'll die in that moment. Stop, if you want to have at least the hope that he could want you.

"Oi, I didn't want you to discompose you," maybe I was stack in one place for too long.

Dear Louis, if you'd know...