Love. (A Louis Tomlinson Fanfic)

Chapter 6

♫Come away with me....♫

Chapter 6. 🌺

(LOUIS' POV)

"LOUIEEEEEEEE!" a familiar irish accent indruded my eardums as I sulked around backstage.

"We found a girl to help us make food!" he smiled enthusiastically, before ushering towards the door. Instantly a girl appeared aside Niall, smiling at me. It was her. Amber.

"Louis, this is Amber. Amber, this is Louis. Lou, Amber's making us food. Paul and the rest of the lads went to get some ingrediants." Niall ranted enthusiastically. I was still frozen into place. Amber was still wearing her oversized hoodie and her sweatpants, but she looked absolutely stunning. It was quite scary, how she looked perfect without even trying. I managed to smile and nod blankly, trying as hard as possible not to let my knees give way. I needed to get to know this girl, and get rid of this shy shell I had found myself stuck in.

"We've met." Amber stated with a quick smile at me, which I returned.

"Indeed we have. You've finished cleaning up our massive mess?" I asked her, in an apologetic tone. Thank god, I could speak again without stuttering.

"Yeah. You boys caused quite a disaster." Amber smirked, as Niall and I hung our heads shamefully.

"Its totally fine-ill get paid more, since I had to come to work early."Amber shrugged nonchalently.

"HONEY, IM HOME!" Harry's voice rang out from the doorway as he strode inside, his arms full of groceries.

"We brought you food to make stuff with." Harry grinned.

"Make stuff with. Whoa, you superstars have a huge vocabulary." Amber teased sarcastically, making Harry roll his eyes and Liam instantly side with her.

"I know, right? I keep telling them how they should use words more appropriate and hopefully specific to each circumstance. Instead of just wasting time speaking with words that are far to general." Liam ranted, drawing weird looks from everyone.

"Sorry." Liam laughed nervously, before we all turned back to Amber.

"So, your gonna make us some food right?" Zayn egged impatiently, making Amber laugh a sparkly little laugh.

"Of course. I can make you guys pasta, since there's some spaghetti in here." Amber suggested, and we all nodded vigourously in agreement. Minutes later, she emerged from the pavilion's tiny staff kitchen with a huge plate of pasta. "Oh my god. Louis, marry her." Niall cried, digging into the pasta.

"What? I have to marry her?" I joked, although I couldnt help but notice the faint blush that was spreading across my cheeks.

"Yes, yes you do. She makes the best pasta ever. Eat it, Louis." Niall commanded, waving his fork at a paper plate and gestruring for me to get some pasta. I laughed at him, but ate some anyway.

"Holy sh*t." I cried as I tried the pasta. I truly was amazing. "LANGAUGE, LOUIS." Harry and Zayn shouted at me in unison, making Amber giggle. She was so cute. I swear. "Sorreh." I apologized, my eyes lingering on Amber. I needed to find a way to get to know her better. There was just something about her that pulled me in. I wanted her. Suddenly, a lightbulb went off in my head.

"PAUL. Can she come tour with us? I can't eat anymore sh*tty McDonalds after tasting this. PLEASE? We can all pay her." I begged.

"LAUNGAGE." Zayn and Harry yelled at me again, but I couldnt help noticing that they were looking at Paul with begging eyes at well.

"I dont know...Amber, are you comfortable touring with us?" Paul asked the brunette girl gingerly.