"Louis, please. I could EASILY beat you!" you say, pointing a finger at your boyfriend.
"Oh, really?" he says mischievously. He takes your finger and uses it to grab your hand and pull you into his chest.
"Really," you whisper.
He grins and gives you a sweet kiss.
You feel like your melting when he suddenly pulls away, and runs toward the large, flat rock near your tire swing.
"Louis, you're a butthole. You can't kiss me and now expect me to beat you at a stupid arm wrestle."
"It wasn't stupid a few minutes ago. You SCARED?! Scared you're gonna lose, like you know you will?" Louis taunts, grinning at you.
You shake your head. "Psh! You KNEW you couldn't win, so you distracted me!"
He stands up from kneeling next to the rock. "It was distracting? What?!" He mocks, still smiling.
"You c'mere, Louis, I'll distract YOU now!"
You practically chase him into the house before your lips meet and the arm wrestling is completely washed from your childish brains.
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Imagines (from my Instagram)
FanfictionSome of these used to be personal imagines that I have edited to be "Normal imagines" and I added titles to them as well. Imagines from my Instagram (@horanbuttkisser)
