Kik (A Louis Tomlinson Fanfiction)

Chapter 8-First Date

CAITIE'S POV-

Harry pulled away slowly, his green eyes piercing into me.

"You just kissed me."

"Yeah. I did. When are you off?" I glanced at the clock on the wall.

"Now."

"Good," he walked over to the desk and grabbed my purse then came and helped me off the couch. "We have a date to get to."

"But, Harry. I-"

"You look fine. We'll have to take your car. Lou took mine." I took my purse from him and searched around for the keys.

"Here."

"Thanks baby," I felt my entire face turn red and Harry poked my side.

"Don't poke me!"

"Ticklish?"

"No!.."

"If you say so.." I slide into the passenger seat and Harry squeezes into the driver's seat. "God you're short babe!"

"No. You're just tall." He finally gets the seat adjusted and pulls out of the parking lot. "Where are we going?"

"Can't tell you."

"Please?"

"Nope. Have to wait and see."

"Fine." He reaches over and pulls my hand to his lips.

HARRY'S POV-

I think I'm already in love with this girl. She's beautiful and smart. I'm also able to take care of her (like saving her from crazy paps) but at the same time she's independent.

We finally pull up to a big house. I look to see her reaction. She's speechless.

"Um..where are we?"

"At my house."

"Am I to assume you have a gourmet chef inside?"

"No. I'm making dinner."

"You?"

"Yes. Me." We walk through the front door and go into the kitchen. "What would you like?"

"Cake."

"Cake? No real food?"

"That's real."

"Whatever you say. We'll have to make it from scratch since I don't have any mix." I grabbed my iPad and looked up how to make a cake from scratch. I turned around and Caitie was already in the pantry grabbing the ingredients. I smiled.

"What?"

"Nothing.." she pushed everything into my arms.

"Now, get to making the cake mr. chef and I'm going to wash these dishes you have let pile up in your sink." She looked at the stack of dishes with one eyebrow raised. I smiled sheepishly at her and turned to make the cake. "Harry, guess what.."

CAITIE'S POV-

Harry turns around and I sling water off of my hands into his face. The look of pure shock on his face sends me into a fit of giggles.

"That's how you want to play?" he asks before throwing a bit of flour at me.

"Harry!..!"

"You started it babe!"

"I'm gonna finish it too!" I grabbed the spray nozzle and aimed it at him.

"You wouldn't dare!"

"Oh but I would.."

"Then so would I," he says grinning brightly and grabbing a handful of flour. I sprayed him and he threw the flour at me. After a couple more handfuls of flour and a little sugar, I finally put the nozzle down and raised both hands in the air.

"I give up Hazz! You win!"

"I always win baby." He came closer and closer until my back was pressed against the sink and his front was pressed against me. He brings a damp rag to my face to wipe the flour off.

He put the rag down but did not move away from me. Instead, he caressed my cheek. His face came closer and closer until our noses were touching. He rubbed his nose against mine and I smiled at the gentle touch before closing the gap between our lips. I felt his hands slide down behind my thighs and lift me into the counter beside the sink, our lips never breaking contact. His hips spread my legs apart and I wrapped them around his waist.

He squeezed my thighs causing chill bumps and I squeezed his bicep in return. His lips moved from my mouth to my jaw and down my neck. He gently sucked on my collar bone making me release a few quiet moans. I tangled my fingers in his curls and tugged. He smiled and moaned into my neck. He pulled away and looked into my eyes.

"We should probably stop before I can't control myself anymore." I nodded and laughed lightly.

"Good idea." He pulled me off the counter and kissed my forehead as he set my feet on the ground.

"Be mine?" I smirked up at him.

"Cheesy much?"

"You love it..so? Yes or no?" I pretended to think about it and I watch his forehead wrinkle in worry. I snake my arms around his neck.

"Yes Harry. I will be yours." He pressed his lips against mine and squeezes my waist.