Louis Tomlinson One Shots

For Emily

"Louis, please stop going through my drawers." I laughed, throwing the last of my shirts into my suitcase, getting ready for the university.

"Awe man, but your undies are so cute." he smirked, holding up a pair, making me blush.

"Stop!" I grabbed them from him and stuffed them under everything else.

"Why? They are adorable." he smiled cheekily and winked at me.

"Are you getting flirty, Lou Bear?" We have been best friends for ten years, but lately he has been more flirty, and I'm starting to flirt back, different feelings forming towards him.

"Sure am, Emmie Bear." he sighed and jumped onto my bed, sprawling out his arms and legs. "Emily?"

"Louis."

"Emily."

"Louis?"

"Emily!"

"What?!"

"Chicken butt."

"Ha ha, very funny."

"You know what else is funny?"

"What?"

"Your bunny."

"Louis, I don't have a bunny, you are freaking weird." I sighed and turned so my back was to him. I heard him get up and his arms snaked around my waist from behind, his warm breath on my neck and sending shivers down my spine.

"You know, I could be your bunny."

"Is this your way of asking me out?" I whispered, turning around and placing my hands on his neck.

"And what if it is?"

"Then yes." I smirked and he pulled my hips so they were grinding against his. His lips hovered over mine before forcefully moving against them.