I Hate You ~ Louis Tomlinson

SWEATSHIRT STEALER

Natalie wakes up and decides to mess with Louis this morning, because why not. She's going to borrow (or some may say steal) a sweatshirt for the day. She gets dressed in some leggings and sports bra and then goes to his room to see if his door is unlocked, which it is and that is really great for her plan. She opens it quietly and sneaks in, pausing to see if he will stay asleep. Thankfully he does.

She carefully steps over all the shit he has all over his floor, he is probably the messiest person in the universe to exist. She wants to annoy him, but not break his stuff, so she walks slowly and avoids stepping on anything that looks important.

She makes her way to his closet and thumbs through all of his sweatshirts deciding which one she would like for the day. She finds a light blue one that will go nice with her black leggings so she decides to go with that.

"What the hell are you doing in my room and why aren't you wearing a shirt?" Louis asks groggily and clearly very confused.

She smirks to herself, "Just getting dressed," she shrugs. She turns around and puts on his sweatshirt, "Thanks for the sweatshirt!" She yells and then laughs maniacally and runs away.

Louis stumbles out of his bed to chase after her and she squeals slamming his door behind her.

"Natalie! Get back here!" He shouts but she keeps running.

She goes around the table so he can't reach her. He stops opposite to her breathing heavily and looking like he's trying to figure out how to get her.

Niall stands watching them curiously, he's close to Natalie so she goes behind him and grabs his waist from behind, "Niall! Save me. He's after me!"

"Sorry, I love ya Nat, but I'm not getting involved in anything between you two."

He peels her arms off of him and goes into the living room while the two of them are in a stand off. Louis fakes left and then goes right, but she's on to him and runs away both of them switching sides.

"Just give it back Nat," neither of them likes it when they use each other's nicknames.

"No, Lou."

"Why? Why did you even take it?"

"Why not?"

"Seriously, grow up." He rolls his eyes.

"You annoy me all the time. It's only fair."

"It's a free country, I can annoy you if I want, now stealing that is another story." Louis says. 

"I'm not stealing, I'm borrowing."

He huffs and then runs after her. She tries to go around the table again but Zayn and Liam are accidently blocking the way so naturally, she jumps over the table.

"Get your feet off the table!" Liam yells.

"Sorry dad," she yells and looks back at him. She actually makes Louis laugh too which despite their rivalry makes her smile. What? He has a nice laugh.

She smirks back at Louis and then runs outside, hoping he won't follow her since he's still in his pajamas. Unfortunately he does follow her, but she's able to hide behind a nearby tree before he can see her. She decides to wait him out behind the tree.

"Natalie, where are you?" He says in a sing songy voice.

She keeps quiet but smirks. About 2 minutes later she gets startled when he jumps in front of her.

"FOUND YA!" He yells and grabs her in his arms.

She squeals and surprisingly he spins the two of them around laughing. When they are out from under the tree she realizes it's drizzling a little bit, but she doesn't mind. She always liked the rain. He sets her down after a minute and they laugh looking at each other.

"Hey, my sweatshirt is getting wet," she fake pouts.

"It's my sweatshirt," he says in a monotone voice, rolling his eyes, but he has a hint of a smile on his face.

"Oh, good, then I can stay out here longer." She says smiling and turning her face up to the sky.

"You like the rain?"

"Love it." She says and moves her head to look at him.

He hums and then realizes his hands are still on her waist. He drops them and takes a step back. She looks at him with a smirk.

"Whoever makes it to the door first wins." She yells and then sprints toward the door.

They make it to the door at the same time and he holds the door open for her, "Thank you." She says and then a second later continues fighting with him.

"Yeah sure, but I got there first."

"No, I did."

"Well anyway you started before me so either way I'm faster."

"You're taller than me."

"So?"

"So, I have shorter legs so it's harder for me." She pulls the sweatshirt up to her hips and makes a silly motion with her legs, kicking them wildly.

He starts laughing so hard he doubles over slightly.

"Love, you look ridiculous." He gets out in between laughs and she giggles. They stand there looking at each other with wide smiles and she tries to ignore the feeling in her chest. It's nice to actually have a good moment with him.

"Alright I'm going to go get ready," he says after a minute of them standing there.

She goes to take his sweatshirt off and give it to him, "Here, you can have it back."

"No, that's okay." He says and she looks at him surprised and he continues, trying to defend himself, "It's wet now and," he pauses to pretend to sniff her, "Yep, as I thought. Now it smells like you. Might as well just keep it for they day, give it back when it's washed." He scrunches his nose up at her in fake disgust. She shoves his shoulder with hers and he walks away to his room.

Harry, who has been watching the interaction since they came back inside, comes over to her. "He called you love and not in a sarcastic way' He's never done that before has he?" Harry says with a funny look on his face. She's not sure what it means. 

She just shrugs and looks down so she can hide her cheesy smile.

"No he hasn't."