Olivia's pov
Louis kept eating donuts as I drove and I told him he was still pretty tipsy and was just going to end up throwing them all up in a few hours, but he didn't listen. He just shoved a donut in my face.
"Louis!" I squealed before scooping up the poor crumbled donut remains and throwing the back at him. "You're making a mess!"
"Then why are you throwing it back!?" Louis laughed as he shielded himself with the donut box.
When I was finished throwing donut pieces at him he opened the window and threw the crumbs out.
"You drive really slowly." Louis decided to comment.
"Oh so you're going to criticize the person who's giving you a ride to your hotel when she could easily stop the car, kick you out, and make you walk?" I raised my eye brows challenging him to talk answer.
"Yes." He smirked. He thought he was being funny. I punched him in the arm again.
"Okay, you have a problem with punching people." He hissed as he held him arm away from me.
"Well you have a problem being an asshole."
"Why do you keep calling me that?" Louis exclaimed.
"Because you're annoying!" I replied.
"I'm annoying?! Who punches people randomly?!"
"I didn't punch you randomly! You were commenting on my driving when you should have kept your mouth shut. I'm driving slow so all those donuts you ate don't make a reappearance on my car floor!" I yelled back.
"Oh."
"OH." I replied obnoxiously.
"You didn't have to yell." He crossed his arms.
"Aww did I hurt your feelings?" I poked his side making him jump.
"Okay, no poking." He slapped my hand away.
"Okay fine." I chuckled.
With the car window open, Louis hair became all messy. The wind was cold but it felt good. The radio was playing low, but it set a good mood. I was genuinely enjoying this.
A few minutes later I pulled into the hotel and a valet kindly opened the door for me. A bellhop took my bag and I followed Louis into a beautiful and elegant lobby. Amazingly, it wasn't busy. No fangirls or paparazzi in sight.
We went up to our rooms and Louis stopped at room 721.
"Well this is your room. I'll be right next door if you need anything." He handed me the room key.
"Thanks again." I smiled.
"No, I should be thanking you. Are you sure you'll be alright? I know it's been a tough night and I didn't exactly help." He looked down guiltily. I didn't want him to feel bad.
"No, if anything you saved me from crying in my car in an empty parking lot all night." I smiled sadly.
He looked surprised at my honesty. He couldn't find anything to say, so I decided it was time he got some sleep. It was better than him standing there feeling bad for me.
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Fanfiction"Baby, I'm perfect for you." "Don't use my lyric against me." She was looking for someone to write her break up songs about.
