Dream Or Reality?[In Editing]

8:Dreaming The Escapade

Weirdly enough, Louis was quiet the entire trip.

Which was like, abnormal.

Soon we had pulled into the parking lot and parked.

Duh, cuz like, what can you do in a parking lot?

A few meters away, I noticed three girls also getting out of their,quite fabulous, car, and turn away once they noticed me staring.

"Hold my hand..." Louis muttered.

I jerked back, staring at him, "What? Why?"

"1. We don't look alike and people could recognize me 2. I am annoyed. Hold my hand." He demanded.

"Er...okay..." I flushed, clutching his hand. I honestly don't know my feelings on this one, I'm more of concentrating on the fact that butterflies kept flittering around in my stomach. Yea, I know its an idiom but if that was literal, it would be weird. What kinda person eats butterflies? Some girls would be cheering internally about holding hands with a boy but not me. Why? I'M HOLDING HANDS WITH A FREAKING BOY! Only time I did that was with my dad. -HYPERVENTILATING-

I avoided looking at Louis as we strolled in, casually to not attract attention.

"Oh my God." I stopped, staring, "There's new stock in Abercrombie and Fitch. We HAVE to go there." I started forward, dragging a reluctant Louis behind me.

"But wwhyyyyyyyy?" He whined.

"Because I am desperately in need of another t-shirt and Because Felicity would KILL me if I didn't act like a normal person and do shopping. I'll much rather go in that LaserTag thing over there though...." I murmured.

"Ooooo look! Red pants! God, thank you. These pants are turning out WAY too small for me."

"Your fans would love that. 'Louis, I love your bum!" I giggled.

"How'd you know that?" Louis skidded to a stop, turning to face me, panicked expression clouded in his face.

I frowned, trying to dig up the memory, "I don't know...Felicity showed me this video...some La boi-something, 2012. Some dark haired guy said something like that...Then a guy with low voice mimicked a high pitch voiced... "Louis, show me your ass!" I'll search for it later."

"Um no need for that, we'll be...busy later. Come on, I need jeans." He grabbed my hand again and pulled me toward the shop.

I giggled, "Inappropriate people..."

"Hiiiii! What can I do for you guys? We just got new stock with these leggings here, vertical or horizontal black and white stripes, or would you like this beautiful summer dress, perfect for you milady, or perhaps a diamond necklace? 30% Off!" An attendant chattered.

"Um no thanks, we're just er...looking around..." I stuttered, staring at the dress.

It was beautifully made, looks silky to touch, flowers spread beautifully sewn on the fabric, sleeveless, short, beautiful.

Beside me, Louis caught my line of stare, and smirked, a mischievous glint in his eye before pulling me away towards a pair of red pants.

"I didn't know they sell stuff for men?" I said, still thinking about the dress.

"They don't. Well I'm not really sure, they always reserve this stock for me. Check it out!" He swung the red pants around, modelling.

"People will think you're gay!" I laughed, grabbing a random dress and pushing it on him, "This totally suits you Louise."

He scowled, pants and dress stopping in the air, "Not. Gay. Louise ain't right!!"

I giggled, taking a secret glance at the dress I wanted, knowing I wouldn't be able to buy it. Why? 1. I'm earning and saving money, I have a job of course, so whatever I wanted, I would just use my own money and not let the weight of want and guilt weigh my parents shoulders. 2. It could be expensive.