Her SuperMan (One Direction fanfic-Louis Tomlinson)

Chapter 4

Laceys POV

I woke up to soft mummers and the quiet sound of clicking. "They're so cute like that." A Irish voice ringed. I heard a scoff and tried to understand what they were speaking of. I snuggled a little deeper into Louis's chest, his arms pulling close. I heard some awwe's and realized they were watching us. "Hurry Zayn, get another picture." Niall whispered just before a series of flashes and clicks. I groaned loudly, earning snickers from them all. " Go away." I mumbled into Louis's chest, causing him to wake. " Morning sleeping beauty." Harry chuckled, sitting on the end of my bed and patting my back. "Hands off Styles, she's mine." Louis growled, his eyes staying closed but pulling me closer. If possible. "Com'on lads. Let's leave them. Besides, Liam will get'em when he gets back." Niall laughed, all the boys leaving the room with a thud. "Louis, we really should get up.." I mumbled, not wanting it to be true. "Louis? It sounds so....formal." He laughed with disgust. "Ok then. Up Up and Away superman." I smiled, hiding my blush. "Look at me beautiful.." He persuaded. I hid my face in my hands as he sat up, pulling me into his lap. "Never." I giggled as he tried to move my hands, laughing with me. "Com'on, please?" He begged, I shook my head. " I'll share my carrots with you, I never share them with anyone." He said. I quickly uncovered my face as he chuckled at my excitement.

"Hey guys I-Is Lou SHARING HIS CARROTS?!" Liam walked in the door, stopping and gawking at Louis and I eating a big bowl if carrots on the sofa. "I was desperate." He shrugged, not knowing what he had just done. "WHAT?! DID YOU MAKE HER DO SOMETHING?! SHOULD I CALL THE COPS? IS SHE PREGNANT? OH MY GOD WERE IS-?!" He yelled panicked. I cut him off. "No he didn't make me do something, don't call the cops, Nialls in the toilet, oh and pregnant? Really?" I asked him, scrunching up my face. He shrugged and continued. '/Are you?'/ he mentally said. "No Liam." I laughed as the boys looked between us, knowing we were doing the telepathy thing again. Harry muttered something about getting use to it. I sighed skipping up the stairs, changing into a new outfit.

My long chocolate brown, almost black curly hair was left down around my shoulder. I was wearing red ripped shorts, and a baby blue halter top with white thin stripes going diagonally down the shirt. I grabbed m silver sparkly TOMS and headed for the door. Wow, Liam really did do well on my closet, but I have a feelling it was some brown headed 20 year old who did this. I skidded down the staircase, stopping to grab a over the shoulder white purse Liam got me with all the money I had managed to save over the last 3 years in it and put it on one shoulder. I didn't see any of the boys in the kitchen so I just wrote on a note saying I was going to see how London had changed. I was clicking the door shut when I heard someone jump from the couch. I had just walked down the pathway and was on the sidewalk when Louis ran out the door. "Lacey! What're you doing?" He asked, jogging over to me. "Just seeing if London has changed, I'll be ok Lou." I smiled starting to turn before he gentally took my hand and made me face him. "No, let me go with you." He said sternly, even though he was just in pajama pants, a hoodie, sneakers, and a red beanie. "Louis-" I tried but he cut me off. "SuperMans job." He smiled before interrwining our fingers and leading me off.

*About 2-3 hours later*

I walked down the side-walk alone, going to meet Louis. He was probably having a panic

Attack. While he was looking around at Abercrombie, I left for Holister, he was going to freak. "SUPERMAAAAAAAAANNNNNNN!!!!!" A familiar voice screamed, my eyes shot up to meet his piercing blue ones. Before I knew what was happening he was spinning me of my feet, everyone staring. "Lou!! Put me down!" I laughed, but he refused. "How many times do I need to tell you? I am superman?" He asked sitting just my toes down, but keeping a firm grip around me. "Fine then superman." I whispered, our faces inches apart. "Better." He whispered back. He slowly started to lean in, his arms still tight around me. "Ehum." A throat cleared, and yours truly, Liam was there. "Hands off Tomlinson, not for sale." He said sternly, grabbing my wrist. "What're you doing here?" I hissed at him, Louis still unnoticeably holding my other hand, firm. "I came, thought I might join you two." He smirked, ruining Louis and I's moment.