One Direction Imagines/Preferences :) (REQUESTS CLOSED)

Louis Imagine for @SummeryKay

Imagine for Summer

***Summer's P.O.V***

"Summer? Darling? Wake up," a voice cooed to me. I groaned, and rolled over, covering my face with a pillow. "No, Summer. You have to get up," the voice said, taking the pillow off of my face and tearing the blanket off of my body. I shivered and cracked my eyes open.

"Louis!" I growled.

"Don't me like that, Summer! Today's not a good day to be cranky! It's the seventeenth!"

My eyes narrowed in confusion, only to widen seconds laster. "Already?!" I bolted out of bed and ran into the bathroom to start the shower.

Louis tried to follow me, but I slammed the door in his face. "Thanks," he called out, sarcastic. "Do you want breakfast, love?"

"Please?" I answered.

"Eggs and bacon?"

"With extra cheese!" Louis chuckled, and I heard him walk downstairs.

I hopped into the shower, washing my hair and trying to make it look lively. I shaved my underarms and legs. I had to look perfect today.

Three months ago, my mother had married a man she had been seeing for two years. Today, me and Louis were going over to her house to have dinner with my new stepdad and his son, who I haven't met because he's been in college for the past three and a half years. He rarely came home, my stepdad saying that he preferred to be farther away from home since the memories of his deceased mother don't hurt as much farther away. I had asked my stepdad how his first wife had died, not bluntly of course. He had tried to answer, but had failed, and I immediately dropped the topic. My mother had explained it to me later though. Dylan's, my stepbrother's, mother had been in a car accident with a drunk driver, and she had died on impact, along with the six-month baby girl still inside her stomach.

I finished my shower and wrapped a towel around me before putting my hair up in a clip. I waltzed into the bedroom, and screamed. Louis was sitting on our bed, smiling childishly at me. "Louis!" I called.

"Hi!" he sang.

"Get out!" I screeched, tightening the towel. Louis and I had been dating for six months. We had seen each other in undergarments and in bathing suits, but that was a far as I wanted to go for the time being.

"Why?" Louis groaned.

"Because I need to get dressed."

"But-."

"No!" I protested, knowing what he was going to say.

"Fine. But hurry. Your eggs are going to get cold," Louis said, tapping my noise. I huffed and threw on a ruffled skirt and tank top with a cute jacket. I inspected myself in the mirror for ten minutes before deciding this outfit would do. I combed through my hair, determined to make it look perfect. I gave it a wavy look, and then clipped in back up with a barette. I hope this looks okay.

I bounced downstairs, Louis turning to look at me when he heard me. His mouth dropped, and I self conciously looked at myself. "What?" I asked. Maybe the skirt was too short? Or the tank top had a stain from my wet hair?

"You look.. stunning," Louis managed to get out. I blushed and kissed his cheek, settling down to eat my breakfast.

"What time did my mother want us over?" I asked with a mouthful of bacon.

"Manners, Summer," Louis playfully scolded. "And she said one. We're all going to have a late lunch. Barbeque," he said, answering my next question. I smiled, clapping my hands. My stepdad made the best burgers!