The Accidental Text (Louis Tomlinson)

Chapter Four

*Louis' P.O.V*

     "I really like Tiffany, mate. What else can I do to impress her?" I groaned. Liam just looked at me and chuckled.

     "Well, for starters, you could stop acting like a pussy," Liam said chuckling. I rolled my eyes at him. "But personally, I say just wing it."

     "That's bullshit, really, what do I do?'

     "How about Tiffany goes shopping with Shannon next week. Maybe you and I can tag along," Liam suggests.

     "Wow, why didn't I think about that? That's perfect! You're such a great help!"

     "Ummm, thanks? I seriously find it interesting that you're crazy about Tiffany. This isn't you." And with that, Liam patted me on the shoulder, got up off the couch, and left.

     Gee, Liam was right. Tiffany, what are you doing to me?

*Liam's P.O.V*

     Walking into the kitchen, I got out my phone and called Shannon.

     "Hello?"

     "Hey babe, it's Liam."

     "No, I will not watch a Toy Story marathon with you again." I chuckled at her conclusion.

     "Ha ha, funny. I was wondering if you could help Louis with his dramatic love problems."

     "Okay, what's the problem?"

     "He's going crazy over this girl, Tiffany. She's very sweet by the way. He wanted to know if he could get you guys to go shopping together. Lou and I would tag along of course."

     "That sound great! Just text me the details, organizing my closet right now. Bye love you!"

     "See ya, babe." And with that, the line went dead.

*Harry's P.O.V*

     "Niall, what do you think about that Tiffany chick. Louis seems obsessed with her." It's true, Lou has been baffling on and on about Tiffany. The only time I saw her was for like an hour at the party with Louis.

     "Uhh, yeah, she's some blonde. I think that Louis and her recently went for coffee or something." I should really start keeping tabs on Louis. I'm the last to find out about everything these days.

     If Louis starts going out with Tiffany, then I'm the only one single out of the four of us. I miss the old days when I was the one with a hot girlfriend. Oh my god, I'm such a dick.

     "Niall, do you know what Hailey is up to?"

     "No. She's probably at classes right now. My class doesn't start for like another two hours."

     "Ugh, same. Well, I'm going to take a shower and get ready for class," I say, getting up.

*Tiffany's P.O.V*

     Two o'clock PM, and I'm still sitting on the couch, in my pajamas, watching TV. Deciding not to be lazy, I get up from the couch and change into yoga shorts, a Nike sport tanktop with a connected sports bra, and my black Nike sneakers. Then I throw my hair into a very high and tight ponytail. I get my phone, and plug in my earbuds.

     As soon as I'm out the door, I start to stretch. When I'm finished, I jog about two miles to the park.

I'll be you light, you match, your burning sun,
I'll be the bright, and black, that's making you run,
And we'll feel all right, and we'll feel all right,

     "Agh!" I shouted as a football (soccer ball in USA) flew right past me.

     "Hey Tiff! How are you?" A voice, none other than Louis said grinning as he ran up to me.

     I chuckle at Louis. "Really, Louis? You got my attention by hitting me with a football?"

     "Ummm, no. I just happned to hit somebody and luckily it was you," said Louis still grinning like mad.

     "Well, good thing it was me and not some bitch ready to scold you," I replied with a light laugh. Then there was an awkward silence.

     Louis started to blush lightly then started to tap his foot.

     "So, ummm, Tiff... Do like maybe, want to go jog around the park with me? Maybe get some lunch at the grill later?" Louis asked, still blushing.

     I looked at the ground and smiled. "Yeah, that would be cool," I said, surprisingly in a smooth matter.

     Louis nodded. "Hey, I'll race ya!" Louis said, and suddenly started to run a lap.

     I laughed. "Hey!" I exclaimed running. "You got a head start!" This boy...

*****

     When we entered the grill, Louis and I were sweating like mad. We surprisingly ran four miles. Damn, Louis can run. At least I was caught up with him. The beauty of stamina.

     As our turn was up, Louis walked over to the waitress.

     "Hi, table for two please," Louis said politely. A very tall brunette with piercing green eyes did a flirty smile. Her name tag was Claire.

     "Sure. Follow me this way," Claire said in a flirty way, as she walked to a table while swaying her hips. "Your waiter will be here shortly."

     "So, Tiff... You should head over to my friend, Harry's house. We usually have the whole crew over."

     Looking at my menu, I look up at him. Should I go? Is it that worth it? I think I need to chill out with my trust issues. Loosen up. I mean, if there's any time to let out the fun, it's now, right?

     "Yeah, that would be nice."

     Soon a waiter comes by. He looks to Louis, and then to me. The waiter notices Louis is eying the menus then licks his lips and sends me a wink. As he is about to open his mouth I cut in.

     I flirtatiously smile at him then frown quickly. "Not going to fucking happen, honey." I stiffly smile and then order my meal.

     Louis's eyes go wide and he attempts to hold in a laugh, but fails. Then waiter mutters something to himself and then drags himself away.

A.N- sorry, the ending kinda sucks. The next chapter will be interesting.. or not. depends what mood i'm in.

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-Liz