Ready to Run »l.t« & »n.h« zombie fan-fiction

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S A T U R D A Y

Sometimes not caring about something is for the best. I let Louis touch me, it isn't a big deal anymore. Yes he happened to be my first. Yes I still have a crush on him, but I now have snapped into reality. I said yes to the date because I think it'll put us in a better light. Maybe he'll end up liking me, maybe he won't

Like I said.. I said yes to the date.

Louis told me that we would be going to dinner and then to a movie, which sounds like fun. I just hope it ain't as boring and awkward.

I finished getting ready about seven. Louis is on his way to pick me up whenever I walked downstairs my mum stopped me.

"Where do you think you're going?" She asked opening the fridge to help herself to one of the treats inside. She didn't look at me or what I was wearing.

"I'm going on a date.." It was when she turned, I then noticed that she was plastered. Her blonde hair messy and tangled and her eyes was red. I furrowed my eyebrows, my heart breaking a bit to the sight of my mum. "Are you drunk, mum?" It was so weird asking my mother that question.

"You're.. You? You're going on a date," she laughed bitterly. "That's a first," she bit into a apple, "Tell me? How much did they pay?"

I smirked, even though my mother was a rude twat I still found her some what amusing. She kept her eyes away from me, probably for the best. "Oh mum.. I'm me.. I'm not you.." I smirked, and with that she rolled her eyes and I exited the house.

I stepped out into the night air to see Louis in his car waiting for me. I gave him a soft smile as I slid into his car. "Wow.." He eyed the outfit.

I wore a pair of black ripped skinny jeans, a white top and a black jacket. Nothing too classy but nothing to simple. I decided to straighten my hair and let my make up darken for once.

"Ever look above the chest, Louis?" I retorted with a grin, his eyes darted to my face. His cheeks reddened, I could tell he began to beat hisself up over it. "It's okay.."

He laughed nervously before starting the car. "So.. Wanna play 21 questions?"

I furrowed my eyebrows at the weird random question but I decided that it would be best to break the silent. "Sure. You first.."

"Okay," he grinned as he kept his sky blue eyes on the road ahead, it began to get dark and I couldn't help but to adore the side of his face. His chiseled cheek bones and jawline. Louis Tomlinson is the definition of perfection. Everything to his brown hair to his tattoos that covers his body. ".... Did .. Do you hate me?"

I couldn't help but to snicker. If he only knew that I'm crazy for him. "No. Louis, it's not a big deal. It's bound to happen, I think that maybe I should go with the flow..," I continued my rant, "Don't keep stressing about it."

He laughed a little, wrinkles formed at the end of his eyes and I couldn't help but to blush at the bright smile. Even though he was laughing, I still feel like he's nervous. I mean I'm pretty pumped for this date but I guess I'm more calm.

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"Table for two?" The lady at the desk asked Louis, I stayed behind him waiting. He turned to me and smiled before motioning me to follow him and the lady that wore a simple smock.

We walked in silence. We sat at a empty booth, I sat on the opposite side of Louis and took the menu out of the ladies hands. "I'll be right back to get your orders.." She told us before leaving us alone.