ILTHY | l.p.

10 | ugh men.

CHAPTER TEN
❛ 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝗽𝗮𝗶𝗻𝘁 𝗺𝗲 𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝗯𝗲 𝗯𝗮𝗱,
𝘀𝗼 𝗶𝘁'𝘀 𝗼𝗸𝗮𝘆 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗶'𝗺 𝗺𝗮𝗱. ❜
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[ y/n ]

He came down exactly after five minutes. Not that I was keeping track; I just knew he would. Louis has always been the proper gentleman who kept his promises after all.

"I wasn't really sure what you needed, so I brought all I could," Louis says without looking at me, placing the pieces of paper and pens on the table.

"Yeah, thanks." I nod, wiping my hand covered in cookie crumbs on my shirt. Louis's eyebrow twitched, and his gaze intensified, making me suddenly feel weird.

"What?"

"We have napkins."

"Oh," I say, unsure. I let the unsettling silence fill in a little before I awkwardly coughed. I hate how conscious I always am around Louis, especially if he does such particular things that drive me insane by overthinking about them.

Louis moved to the kitchen and opened the cabinets where the fresh napkins were. He took a box and placed it on the table before sitting down on the chair opposite me. We wasted more time just sitting there in silence, and while I drowned myself in self-misery, Louis was busy arranging the papers.

Which also confuses me because the papers were empty.

"Love?"

"Huh?"

"I mean," Louis licked his lips and explained further, "are we doing a love song?"

I try to ignore the torture of those fucking butterflies poking in my stomach or the heat creeping up my neck, up my ears, and up my cheeks.

Did I actually think Louis just called me love? Yes. Yes, I did.

"Y/n?"

"It doesn't necessarily have to be a love song." I cough a little, trying to make up for the past few seconds of how I've made the atmosphere tenser even more. Although I don't think I helped, "Lisa's the one singing, and she's not really a fan of love. If she had the choice, she'd rather not sing a song about it."

"If she had a choice," Louis repeats my words, saying it in a more emphasized manner. "Alas, she doesn't have one."

"Love isn't the only genre out there."

"Entertain me for a while, please," he licked his lips, eyebrows twitching slightly. "What kind of songs does the 00's usually play?"

"Coming of age? It's a bit mixed."

"But no love songs?"

"None."

"And correct me if I'm wrong, but you all think that you shouldn't do any of the normal songs you do, right? That you wanted to do a song that 'is appropriate' for the show."

I didn't like how he worded it out, but I couldn't say anything because he was correct. Why is Louis the kind of guy who's always the perfect and right one? It's so...