Vinyl //Muke

tantrums and messages.

Luke Pov

I watched as Michael walked away. He threw the door open on his way out the building. Who does he think he is? He has no right telling me who I can and cannot date. That's none of his business anyway.

Sighing I walked out the building just in time to see Michael racing out the parking lot of the school. His music was blasting through his car speakers as he raced out. I don't understand why he is making a big deal out of this. I mean this is my life not his. I can date whoever I want and if that means I date Louis then I will.

Louis.

Oh god I forgot about him for a moment. Walking down the road all I could focus on was the thought of Louis. How his hair is a light brown color that makes his beautiful, breathtaking blue eyes pop out even more than normal. You could easily get lost in those orbs. Not only that but his body. So slim yet you could definitely tell he had a six pack hiding under those button up shirts.

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"So you where trapped in a classroom with Harry just so he could tell you that Louis wanted to take you on a date?"

"That's what I said isn't it?" I mumbled and R shot me a glare. I walked over to the counter and grabbed my bookbag from under it and headed towards the door.

"Oh Luke, do you think you can come in tomorrow morning and restock the new arrivals shelves. You can have tomorrow afternoon off if you do." Reagan pleaded, giving me her oh so famous puppy eyes. Sighing I nodded and she squealed, running over to me and hugging me.

Walking out the store, my phone buzzed in my hand.

Unknown: hey its Louis. :)

How did he even get my number. I know Harry doesn't have it..the only people that have my number is Michael, my mum and Reagan. The only person that could give him my number is Michael

But why would Michael give Louis my number when he was the one that was making a big deal out of me going on a date with him in the first place?

Me: Hey.

Louis: sorry that I didn't ask you face to face myself about the date..I was just too scared to come up to you myself.

Me: why would you be scared?

Louis: because im Louis and your you. Your fucking amazing and you don't care what people think about you. Your a inspiration.

Me: not really. But thank you. c:

Louis: so that date..

Me: what about it?

Louis: how about Friday night after school?

Me: that sounds lovely. See you then.