Oh yeah... I'm the Cupid! [A Louis Tomlinson Fan-Fic]

Chapter Five- Cupid and Santa Claus go bowling!

"Okay... Where are we going?" I asked trying not to step on the puddles of water. It had just stopped raining and we were walking fast on the empties London's streets.

It was really difficult not to step on those dirty and disgusting puddles since they were everywhere! It even seemed like I was playing bloody hopscotch again, and everybody knows how I hate hopscotch... I know what you are thinking: "Who the hell hates hopscotch? It's such a fun game! All my childhood I played!" Well, darling, I must say I am superior, because while you were playing with Barbz and Kens, and, of course, playing hopscotch, I was actually doing something better than you.

"Just to a Coffee... So, Vally, I have to know about ya!" He said smiling while catching my arm and guiding me through some streets.

Who the hell wants to know about me? Okay, I know I am amazing and sexy as hell, but please! Most people don't care about... other people. And I really don't like to talk about me to people. Okay, you got me: I don't like to talk about me. Okay, okay... I don't like to talk to people. What? People are weird.... They are everywhere and have the horrid habit to actually care about other people's life!

"You already know about me. My name is Valentine; I am a Cupid and sell carrots. Oh, and where I study. You also know that." I said making him smile. I was truly freezing... And I think he noticed that cos he kindly took his coat and put on my shoulders. I instantly relaxed feeling the warmth of the coat and its smell.

You should also know that the true problem of London isn't corruption, inflation, miserable... the true problem of London is one little thing: the weather.

I know, I know, it may sound silly, but it's true! It's never (NEVER) too hot to go to the pool and never too cold to snow. So, this is a bloody place with bipolar weather! Yeeeey! Well, according to Katie, Texas is more bipolar, but who cares? I live in London, not in Texas!

"Yeah, but I wanted to know your age, your last name, your birthday..." He said while we got to a beautiful and empty coffee. There I took his coat and sat on a sofa, where he sat just right by my side. *Nicki Minaj feelings*

I rolled my eyes with such question. He wanted to know me? What do I have of special? Usually people get happy enough knowing I am a Cupid they usually don't even ask my name and keep calling me Cupid all my life. I remember this one guy who asked my dad for 'the Cupid'. The poor man never had such a punch in his life... After that I think I realized daddy doesn't like people calling me Cupid. Or the fact I am a Cupid. Or he just didn't like that guy. Dunno...

But- turning back to the original subject, please- if Louis wanted to know about me, what could I do besides telling him?

"Okay, but just if I know yours first. And after I tell that, we are going back to Hustine." I said hoping he gave up, not wanting to tell his personal things and at the same time wanting him to tell everything cos I wanted to know him better. Okay, why I wanted to know him?!? Wait. Did I really want him to tell his birthday and stuff? I am sooo confused...

"Kay, kay... My name is Louis William Tomlinson, 19 and I was born on 24. December 1991. Your turn." He said as fast as Speed Racer, but I still noticed something weird...

"You were born in Christmas Eve?!" I asked smiling playfully.

"Call me Santa Claus and I'll give you a punch..." He said smiling, but I knew he didn't like that even a bit. Oh my God! He hated his birthday! Just like...just like...just like ME!

"You would punch a lady like me just cos you hate your birthday?" I provoked, making him stop to think for a second.

"First: Thinking again, I am sure you can punch a man stronger than I, so I think I won't punch you, though you are not that lady." Well, I had to agree with that. Last time I went into a fight with a boy it didn't end so well...for him! What can I do if he was faggy and had weak teeth? "And second: yeah, I do hate. There isn't worse birthday." He said making puppy face. AWH! HE WAS SOOOOO NAÏVE! HE THOUGHT HIS BIRTHDAY WAS THE WORSE ONE!