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Louis’s POV
“Knock. Knock.” My knuckles rung hard on the wooden door, the shower had stopped a while ago and I was starved. “Decent?”
“Yeah,” she responded quickly, but I waited a moment anyways before opening the door. She stood fidgeting with the t-shirt, my t-shirt. Her hair was knotted and she was makeup-less, but I couldn’t deny the fact that she looked gorgeous, especially in my shirt. I had no idea how long I gawked at her, but I surely hoped she hadn’t noticed.
“Almost ready? I was gonna go on a breakfast run, wondering if you’d like to join me?” I cleared my throat, leaning against the door frame.
“Just about, where does Eleanor keep her makeup?” Her hands began to run through her blonde hair.
“In the cabinet beneath the right sink,” she vanished into my bathroom. I had no idea how long she was going to take so I followed her. Lotts was setting aside the makeup she wanted while I settled on the side of the tub. “So I’m guessing that’s a yes to the breakfast run?”
Although she was applying eye shadow she peeked at me through the side of her eye with a grin, “Oh course,” she began fumbling with El’s mascara, drowning her lashes in the black guck, “do you have a spare toothbrush?” Her hip leaned against the countertop as she turned to me, biting her lip.
“Yeah, underneath the left sink.” Before stealing one of my many toothbrushes she put away the makeup.
“Are you not gonna get ready?” Lotts was barely understandable; her mouth was foaming with minty bubbles.
“Oh yeah,” I stood up a little embarrassed, rushing to paste my brush. As the bristles of the brush scrubbed my teeth I eyed her, she was eyeing me back. I spit out the minty foam and began swishing a swig of burning mouthwash.
“Ready?” Lotts turned towards me, leaning against the counter once again.
“Don’t you have to brush your hair?” I chucked, handing her my brush.
“Right,” she tugged the brush through her hair, which looked awfully painful. She winced a few times, but finished with a grin.
“Ready?” My arms crossed as I tried to look impatient, but I was hopeless.
“Ready!” Her blonde hair bobbed as she nodded her head enthusiastically, leaving me with a smirk.
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My car pulled swiftly into a parking spot at my favorite breakfast spot. “McDonalds, really?” She asked rather sarcastically, rolling her eyes.
“What! They make some mean pancakes!” I elbowed her, joining the line.
“You’re mad!” She laughed, playfully slapping my bicep.
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