You know that feeling you get when you wake up from a midday nap, and have absolutely no idea what day, month or time of year it is? That is exactly how I felt when I woke up later that day.
Naps are tricky, because you either wake up refreshed and relaxed, or annoyed and confused. I was feeling a mix of both.
With a sigh, I got up and yawned, stretching. I glanced at my phone. 8:56 pm. Wow, I took really long naps.
I wandered into the bathroom, and ran a brush languidly through my hair. I straightened my disheveled clothes, and walk out. What to do, what to do?
I plopped down on the couch, still feeling a bit hazy. God, I really hated Tuesdays. They weren't as horrible as Mondays, but they were just that annoying day, not exactly the beginning of the week, but not halfway through the week, either. I took my phone out of my pocket. I should text someone.
I am immediately disappointed with the lack of people I have the option to text. No, I am not texting Madelyn, nor am I in the mood to text Kaitlyn, Emma, or Alison. Perhaps I should text Louis?
Me: Hey.
Louis: Hi!!!!! WHY DIDN'T YOU TEXT ME EARLIER?? YOU MADE ME HAVE A PANIC ATTACK! DO YOU NOT LIKE ME?
Me: wow, okay, slow down. i do like you. also, i have the rest of the week off, so we its definite we can hang out tomorrow.
Louis: yesh! ill come over to your place. 😀
I felt my chest tighten, and my body go cold. Louis Tomlinson...coming over to my house. Never in a million years.
Me: i dont think that's a good idea.
Louis: why not?
Me: Im really...disorganized.
I replied quickly, my palms beginning to sweat. That was a complete lie, of course. I was the definition of neat-freak. I probably had undiagnosed OCD, I was so organized.
Louis: did you not see how what a mess my place was? i think ill be fine.
Me: okay, then. im just warning you.
Usually I would've kept arguing, but a small part of me I didn't entirely trust did want him to come over.
Me: Also, is it okay if I call you Carrot? 😏
Louis: No. NEVER. 😡
I smiled, and began to type a response.
Me: Why not? I thought you loved girls who ate carrots? that's what all the fangirls say.
Louis: IT WAS A JOKE! I never meant it seriously! I thought fans would find it funny! I effing hate carrots! 😤
Me: Okay, how about Tommo? 😗
Louis: No. 😑
Me: Boobear? 😌
Louis: GOD, no.
Me: Fabulouis? The Swagmasta from Downcasta? 😆
Louis: well...maybe. i am fabulous. and i have enough swag to last me for an eternity.
Me: 😊 probably...
Louis: hey, if you don't have anything planned friday, maybe i could take you to a movie or something. strictly as friends, of course. 😉
I sighed, staring at the text that I, regrettably, genuinely wanted to agree to. Why the hell did I agree to go to a stupid dinner party with Madelyn? I hated parties, and I detested having to make small talk around tables at any meals, be they breakfast or dinner. And I was going with Madelyn, of all people! It wouldn't have been that bad had it been Emma or even Kaitlyn, but...oh, screw it. I was just the worst decision maker in history.
Me: I would love to, but...
Louis: but what? 😕
Me: I agreed to go to a dinner party with a friend that night....sorry....😓
Louis: oh...i see. maybe another time, then? 😗
Me: sure. 😌
Louis: btw, ill be over at your place tomorrow at 10:30. am, not pm.
Me: Okay, okay.
Louis: do you want to hang out, like...now?
Me: didnt you just barely drop me off at my house?
Louis: that was over six hours ago, my dear friend.
Me: oh...right....um, okay, then. we can hang out, I guess.
Louis: ill be at your house. i vaguely remember the way from your impeccable directions, but keep your phone on in case i get lost. which i probably will. but..okay, yeah, im just going to stop texting now. xx
I gave a short laugh and slipped my phone back into my pocket, while also mentally cursing Madelyn for inviting me to the dumb party, and cursing myself for agreeing to go with her.
But there was no time for me to worry about Friday, because I needed to get changed before Louis got here, and saw me looking like a sewer rat that had crawled out of, well, the sewers.
With determination and slight apprehension, I flung open my closet doors to find the perfect outfit for my night with Louis.
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You and I: A Louis Tomlinson Fanfiction
FanfictionSarah Oliver is a nineteen year old NYU student living in a small apartment in New York. She never considered herself an One Direction fan, and would much rather stay in and read when her best friend Madelyn drags her off one of their concerts. Much...
