W E T [l.t. au]

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My first week at Oxford was great, exhausting and full of work, but I loved it. I knew what I was signing up for so I can't really complain. Katie had a date tonight, it was Friday, and Maria was visiting her brother in London for the weekend. So here I was, walking around in the rain enjoying the sound and the smell. Back home it didn't rain a lot, but when it did I enjoyed it. So for the last four years, every day it rained, I enjoyed it. I savored the day.

"What are you doing out here, love?" I wanted to groan when I heard that familiar voice. I looked up to see Louis completely soaked. Every single day this week when he arrives in class, he is always wet. Either he just took a shower, or he got caught in the rain... Or what, I didn't know what it was; he was always wet when I see him.

"What do you want?"

"I was heading to the cafe for some lunch when I saw you." He answered and took a seat next to me on the wet bench.

"Hm." I replied, looking ahead of me, hoping he would take the hint and leave me alone.

"Why aren't you with your boyfriend?" He asked not so slyly. I simply rolled my eyes at him and his question.

"None of your business." I replied and he didn't say anything after that. I was hoping that he had left me alone but as I turned to see if he's gone, he was still there, looking straight ahead. "Is there a reason you're still here?" I asked, rather rudely. I was hoping that maybe now he will get the hint to leave. 

"Nope. No reason." He shook his head, shrugging his shoulders as he looked over at me with a smirk on his face. I scoffed, rolling my eyes at him. "Hey, want to go to the cafe with me?" He asked and I was going to say no but he started again. "We could talk about English. School work and stuff." He said. I looked at him skeptically with narrowed eyes for a few moments, then I nodded. 

"Okay. Fine." He smiled as he stood up, holding out his hand for me but I decided not to take it. Standing up too, the two of us began walking towards the cafe. The walk was, surprisingly, nice between us as we made our way to the small cafe. I hadn't been here yet, but according to Louis, they make the best tea around - well better than the tea he got back home in Doncaster. 

"Order what ever you want, babe. My treat." He offered and I glared at him.

"Please don't call me that."

"Call you what?"

"Babe. Love. Please don't call me that. You're not my boyfriend." I told him, and Louis rolled his eyes at me. 

"I could be, you know." He said nonchalantly as we finally got to the barista. I told her I just wanted a hot chocolate and Louis ordered a tea and paid - even though I did offer but he insisted.

"Could be what?" I asked as we stood at the side, waiting for our drinks. 

"Your boyfriend." He answered simply with a shrug of his shoulders. I, once again, scoffed at him. 

"Please, you're not my type."

"Oh? Is that so? Well it didn't seem like it at Rain two weeks ago. You were all ove-"

"Look, Louis. I was doing it to get back at my boyfriend, I was trying to make him jealous. So I would really appreciate it if you let that night go, please. I love my boyfriend." I told him sternly. Our drinks were done and I took mine, and he took his before guiding me to a small table for two. 

"Okay." He answered after taking a sip of his tea. I looked at him over the rim of my cup as I took a sip. Wow, good hot chocolate. 

"Thank you." I nodded as I leaned back in my seat and looked at my hands that were wrapped around the hot drink. "How far have you gotten into Lolita?" I asked him casually and Louis groaned.