Watch It All Drop

Chapter Twelve

~Louis POV~

"That was fun. May I take you out for breakfast tomorrow?" Astrid's face turns an even brighter shade of pink.

"Yeah. See you then."

I lean in and kiss her cheek. I wish that the date could've continued all night, but even the sweetest thing come to some end. I take my lips off of her soft, rosy cheek. I take a step back and turn around for the elevator. While the door closes and I push the button, I fall back against the wall. I catch myself smiling and sigh.

"Brilliant." I whisper to myself. As I reach my floor and head towards the door, I hear laughter. I open the door to see Liam and Morgan on the couch watching television.

"Hey Louis! How'd it go?" Liam asks.

"It was nice."

"I guess since Astrid is back I'll be going. Bye, talk to you soon." Morgan winks at Liam and pats me on the back as she walks out the door.

"What was that all about?" I question Liam.

"She's really cool! I think we will turn out to be great friends."

"But what about the whole," I wink. "See ya later." I say mockingly.

"Just friends Lou! I'd never hurt Danielle!"

"I trust you. But media will twist it around."

"I know, I know. I must be careful."

~Astrids POV~

After the elevator doors close, I fall back against the door. I twist my hand around and turn the door knob. I turn around myself and run in, falling on my bed. I lay there in silence until Morgan walks in. I sit up and she sits next to me.

"Okay, tell me everything!" She commands.

"So, first we went to a little cafe and got hot chocolate." I explain everything up to the kiss.

"That's all? He didn't do anything else?"

"Morgan! What he did was enough! But..."

"Tell me now!" She jumps and grabs my arms.

"He asked me out for breakfast. Then he.. He kissed me!" I paused and Morgan smiles wide. "It was only on the cheek!"

"But it was something! I think he likes you."

"You do?"

"So does Liam. He couldn't stop talking about it! About Lou!"

"What?!"

"I've said enough! Lets get your stuff for tomorrow." Morgan gets up out of bed and heads for the bathroom. She comes out with make-up wipes in her hand.

"Wipe your face off while I get you ready."

I wipe the makeup off like she asked. She goes through the bags and bags of clothes and shoes and jewelry.

"Skirt or jeans?" She asks.

"Uh... Jeans? Why not a dress?"

"Okay, Dress or jeans?"

"Jeans!"

"You're so fucking wierd!" She yells at me.

She lays on the bed in front of me:a pair of dark jeans, a blue scarf with a white long sleeve shirt, gold hoop earrings, a tannish gold hand bag, gold leaf head band, and blue slip ons.

"Wonderful!" I say.

~5:30 a.m.~

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