My Brother the Popstar

Chapter 23: The Sass Master from... Wolverhampton?

A/N:
This chapter is partially based on something that actually happened to me!

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*Rachel's POV*

Have I ever mentioned that I hate waking up?

Like hate it. Loathe it. Absolutely despise it.

Especially when you're on a couch, (which, may I add, gives you a big crick in the neck) curled up next to someone. A human teddy-bear, I guess you could say. That teddy-bear turns out to be Louis.

Wait, what about Zack? What's going on?

Oh, wait. The memories coming flooding back, and a bad taste is put in my mouth. Okay, maybe this isn't the worst way to wake up in the morning. I would be lying if I said I wasn't enjoying it just a little bit.

All of sudden, Louis stirs next to me.

Dammit, I've woken him up.

"Morning." The Doncaster boy smiles lazily at me.

"Hey. Want some breakfast?"

"Sure, but Rachel?"

"Yeah?"

"After breakfast, get Miley. I know you guys are going to want to go shopping."

"Why?"

"Because I'm taking you out tonight." He answers with a wink. Yep, there goes the entire year it took me to learn to talk.

Tomlinson, how do you manage to make me speechless? Me? The one who never shuts up. I guess that's  just how he rolls, being all cute with that annoyingly adorable wink of his. One day, I will show him what its like to be left speechless. I Shall get my-

"Rachel? Rachel?" Louis snaps his fingers in front of my head. "You okay there?"

"Oh yeah I was just thinking of how I was going to get my-" I slap my hand over my mouth. I almost compromised my plan of revenge!

"Your what?" Louis asks.

"Nothing!" I reply innocently. walking up the stairs. "Make your own breakfast, I've got a date to prepare for!"

And with that, I leave Mr. Tomlinson to cook breakfast.

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"Lou," A whine escapes my lips. "Just tell me where we're going." 

Louis pretends to zip his lips and throw away the key. I huff, playing with the hem of my dress with one hand and holding Louis' hand with the other.

Miley and I had gone shopping at the local mall to find a strapless, floral print dress. The dress hugs my torso, and flows out until it ends just above my knees.

"It's perfect." The rehead had said when she saw it on me. She was right, too. The moment we laid eyes on this dress, Miley and I both fell in love with it. I don't know what made me and Miley love it so much.

Maybe it's a symbol to us. A symbol that no matter what, Niall, Louis, Harry, Zayn, and of course Liam, will always be family to us forever, no matter what.

Finally, We pull into the parking lot of a small restaurant with a sign about it that says, 'Rafaelle's' on it. Louis stops the car in a parking space by the door, and before I can reach out and open my car door, Louis runs over to my side of the car and opens it for me.

What a gentleman.

We walk into the restaurant, Louis again opening the door to it for me. Zack never did any of that for me. Come to think of it now, neither did any of my previous boyfriends. It's really a breath of fresh air to be with a man with such chivalry.