My Life Is Turning Into A Fanfic !

We're going to need a lot of icing sugar.

We're going to need a lot of icing sugar.

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Jasmine's P.O.V.

Liliana laughed as she and Niall walked through the door, but quickly adapted to the deadly silence they were met with.

"What's wrong?" Niall asked me.

"Liam and Danielle broke up. Well, actually, they'd been on a break for a while and didn't tell anyone, but now they're officially broken up." I explained.

"That's horrible!" Liliana gasped, as Niall went to join the rest of the boys.

"I know." I replied.

"I never liked her anyways." She said bluntly.

"Wha- You've never even met her!" I exclaimed. "Anyways, I've got a plan."

"To cheer Liam up?" she asked.

"Yeah. I'm going to need you and..." I said, scanning the room. "Louis! Could you come over here?"

"What's up?" he asked.

"Jasmine's got a plan to cheer up Liam!" Liliana whispered.

"That's great! What is it?" he asked me. I quickly explained my plan to them.

"That's genius!" Liliana squealed.

"And a little creepy." Louis added. I rolled my eyes at him.

"Whatever." I scoffed. "Right, Lil, you explain the plan to Harry, Niall and Zayn, and text Kade and tell him to come over too."

"Got it." She replied.

"And Louis." I said, turning to him. "I need you to come to the supermarket, since you have no shame. Lilli, be ready when I text you."

"What does shame have to do with it?" he asked.

"We're going to need a lot of icing sugar." I said.

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"So, how much do we need?" Louis asked, as we jumped out of the car.

"Let's just put it this way – we're going to need a big trolley." I told him, grabbing the largest trolley in my view. Louis took the trolley from me, as we walked through the supermarket's automatic doors. "Right, let's go to the baking aisle."

"Wait." He replied. "Get in the trolley."

"What?" I asked.

"Get in the trolley, please." He corrected himself.

"No! We're in public!" I exclaimed.

"Come on, it'll be fun!" he protested.

"Fine." I huffed, climbing into the metallic receptacle of death.

"Let's-a-go!" Louis exclaimed as he began running, and I tightly gripped on to the sides of the trolley.

"Louis, slow down!" I screeched. "We're gonna crash!"

I looked at the huge display in front of us, as he showed no sign of stopping. I jumped out of the trolley, into a forward roll. Louis, however, sped up as I lightened his load, and crashed. "Shit." He cursed.

"I told you to stop." I mocked. "Do you think we could just walk away and pretend this never happened?"

"I don't think so." A voice said from behind me. I turned around, slowly, to find an angry-looking, podgy man, with a manager badge on his shirt

"Carrots." I muttered.

"No, Pringles." he corrected. "200 cans of them."

"I mean, you were asking for them to be knocked over, stacking them in a pyramid like that." Louis laughed. "I mean, sorry?"

"How old are you?" the manager asked him.

"22..." Louis replied, looking sheepish.

"And don't you suppose that you're a little old to be running around a supermarket, with a trolley?" he mocked.

"No, I d-" Louis retorted.

"I'm only 17." I added.

"That is beside the point." He stated.

"I'll pay for the damage, and an extra £50 for your CCTV tape." Louis said, nodding up to the security cameras above us.

"That won't be necessary." The manager replied.

"Please, I insist." Louis replied.

"Fine." He replied. "Please, stay put."

"Why do you need the tape?" I asked him.

"I'll get in a lot of trouble if someone uploads it to the internet." He explained. "Plus, it's funny."

"That would be a great thing to look back on if we're still friends in a couple of years." I laughed.

"Here." The manager said as he returned, trading the disc for a crisp £50 note. Louis and I quickly ran off, despite just getting in trouble for running, to the baking aisle.

"Wait, I saw it!" I exclaimed as we backtracked a few aisles. Thankfully, the bags of icing sugar were huge. "How many should we get?"

"I don't know... 30?" he replied.

"Yeah, 30 sounds reasonable." I said, before bursting out laughing. "We gon' get some mighty strange looks if we go to the checkout with 30 sacks of icing sugar!" I said in a southern accent.

"Like you said, I have no shame." He replied.

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"Finally, it's done." I puffed, throwing the large metal bar I was using to the ground.

"Thank the fucking lord!" Louis exclaimed, dropping to the ground, exhausted.

"Do I need to wash your mouth out, Mr. Tomlinson? Because I will." I threatened. "With icing sugar."

"Sorry." He cowered away.

"You should be." I told him. "Can you pass my phone over?"

He chucked it to me, and thankfully, I caught it. I sent a single text to Liliana.

'Trunks & Towels.'

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