"WIFE! NO! DON'T LEAVE ME FOR LIAM!" Louis yelled as I was just about to walk over to Liam to hug him. I turned on my heels as Louis started running right at me. Like a deer in front of headlights, I stood there and witnessed his brown hair moving side to side as he got closer and closer to me. Before I knew it, I was being spun around and picked up by Louis' strong arms. He carried me away from Liam and I watched as jealousy struck his eyes.
"HA! SHE'S MINE NOW LIAM! WIFE. MAKE ME YOUR DELICIOUS FOOD PLEAAASE!" he pouted as he set me on the chair at the counter in the kitchen.
"Louis! One, I'm not your damn slave so don't make me make you food, and two, I'm not your wife!" I yelled at him laughing, making sure not to hurt his feelings.
"PLEAASE!" he begged like a puppy.
"She said no Louis, so give her back." Liam said with a stern face filled with jealousy. I watched in awe as he carried me bridal style into his room. Just before entering his room, I glanced back at Louis and stuck my tongue out, stomping as his response.
Liam set me on his bed as he sat a the edge of the bed, next to me.
"Are you jealous Liam?" I asked, a smile stretched from ear to ear.
"YES! Why wouldn't I be! He kept calling you his wife!" Liam replied, with a serious look.
"I like it when you're jealous." I whispered in his ear seductively.
He looked me in the eyes and smiled as he leaned against me, forcing me down onto the bed. He was laying on top of me.
He leaned down and whispered in my ear,
"I love you."
"I love you too." I replied before kissing him softly. He asked for entrance which I great fully granted. Our kissed started getting more heated as he started to tug at my shirt.
"USE PROTECTION!" Harry yelled popping his head through the door, as we carried on laughing.
