SPACES [Editing]

New Girl

Louis Tomlinson

"What are your plans for today?" Harry asked me as he was shaving his face. He didn't really have facial hair like I did, but he insists that he has. He doesn't, I should know. I'm the one who gets to kiss his face all the time.

"I'll be attending yoga classes," I answered him. I was sat on the edge of the bed, not wanting to stand up.

"And I thought I was the woman in this relationship?" He shouted as he was rinsing his face.

"Who says that yoga can't be for men?" I scoffed.

"Fine, fine. I'll just think of it as you trying to be more flexible for me. Yes?" He smiled and kissed my forehead as he stood in front of me.

He was wearing one of his YSL button-down shirts, but the buttons were still undone. He stood there, waiting for me to button it up for him.

I stared at his bare stomach for a while and examined his butterfly tattoo. Why he has it, I still don't know. But I've gone to accept the permanent marks on his skin without explanation.

I slowly did two buttons of his shirt up, leaving three buttons undone.

He put his arms on his waist as I dropped both my hands down to my lap.

"That's it?" He asked, looking down at his bare chest that was peeking out from his shirt. I love it when his buttons are only halfway done.

"Yup. That's the highest my hands can go." I replied.

"Fine. Then that's how it's gonna be for the rest of the day." He placed a kiss on my lips before turning around to pick up a couple of necklaces that could hang low on his neck.

"You sure you don't wanna come with me?" He asked and I shook my head. He was going to the bar to finalize some plans for new year's, but I didn't want to be a part of any of that yet. I just want to relax and not be stressed.

"I'll pick you up, yes?" He kissed me on the lips.

"Okay." I answered. He gave me one last kiss before coming down the stairs.

Just when I thought he's gone out of the house, he was up the stairs again.

"You're going to be wearing those pants?" He said, forming circles with his big hands, forming 'bums' with them.

"Yup."

"Okay I definitely have to pick you up. Call me!" He shouted before coming down the stairs again.

I picked my phone up from the bedside table and dialed in Lottie's number.

I waited anxiously for her to answer. They went to the doctor today to find out about the baby's gender.

"Hello?" Her boyfriend answered the phone.

"Hey, Nate. How's she doing?" I asked his boyfriend. I could've asked for Lottie right away, but I figured I haven't talked to the guy yet.

"T-twins." He answered nervously.

"Oh, you came to the hospital with the twins?"

"No. Twins. We're having twins." He said.

"What?"

"Yeah, uh, talk to her." He said, handing Lottie the phone.

"Twins! I can't believe it!" I told her. I remember when my mom told us that we're going to have twins as little sisters. It was overwhelming, really, how dominant the twin genes are in our family.