You’re best friend has been dating Louis’ best friend for a little while now, and whenever they meet up to do, stuff, it’s always you and Louis left alone together. It used to be awkward, but you can handle your crush on him now and you even look forward to the afternoons chatting about everything and nothing with him. This particular afternoon is not out of the ordinary until Louis says.
Louis: You know my Mum asked me if you were my girlfriend. You’re sitting opposite him, both of you hugging your knees; he is looking right at you, watching as you blush slightly, as you link your fingers together.
You: Why would she ask that? She knows we only hang out so that the two of them don’t feel like they are abandoning us. It’s your turn to watch him; he doesn’t break your stare, but shrugs slightly.
Louis: That’s not the only reason we hang out though is it? You shrug this time breaking his stare.
Louis: I mean I think you’re pretty cool. You can’t help the shy smile that creeps across your face at his words. He stretches his legs out so they are either side of you.
You: You’re pretty cool too. You’re nervous though you’ve never done anything more than kiss a fella on the lips, and suddenly he’s looking at you like your friends look at each other.
Louis: Shall we do this properly? You look at him confused.
Louis: Can I take you out for dinner sometime. You giggle at him, impressed with his gentleman side.
You: Seems a bit silly dating when we know each other so well. He reaches for your hand pulling you into him; he presses a tender kiss against your lips, grinning as you settle against him.
Louis: I was hoping you’d say that.
