Falling For My Shoe Stealer // l.t.

Your Parents Should've Named You Shit, Shrek, Or "Damn! I Made A Mistake!"

Chapter 32:

Louis' POV:

Ding!

Ding!

Ding!

Ding! Ding! Ding! Di-!

Liam launched himself from his place on the couch and picked up my phone. He switched it to silent before sitting back down in his original position and ignoring my glares.

Buzz!

Buzz!

Buzz! Buzz! Buzz! Bu-!

"Damn, Lou! Just turn it off!" Niall whined, trying to chuck a pillow in my direction but failing. I snickered, going to my settings to turn off the vibrations for everyone's sake. I clicked onto the texting app where I had a better view of the texts Jessica was spamming me with.

At first we were having a nice (somewhat) conversation before she somehow stumbled upon a dirty One Direction story or whatever the fangirls call them. Imagines maybe? Anyways, she found this bright idea on finding a whole bunch of them and texting me the links. It's not like I would open them anyway. That basically like watching porn.

"Who's texting you like that anyways?" Zayn asked, keeping his eyes on his own phone.

"No one," I answered mindlessly, staring at the links that kept appearing. How much free time do our fans have?

My phone was quickly snatched from my hands by Harry, and he read over the screen. I allowed it seeing as I was pretty comfortable on this table. When your rich, you can afford things like this. "It's Jessica," he announced, making the others begin spitting their jokes. He tapped a few times on the screen, and I was secretly praying that he would be reading one of the stories.

His eyes widened a few seconds later before tossing the phone back in my lap. "That's disgusting!" he shrieked.

I smirked, shrugging my shoulders. "You read them, not me."

He narrowed his eyes then turned to the others. "Jessica's sending Louis porn stories about us!" he shouted.

All four of them turned to stare at me. "That she or fans wrote?" Liam asked, wide-eyed.

"Fans of course!" I answered. I don't even know how that's a question. Zayn held out his hand, and I placed my phone in it. I laughed when they gathered around to read the horror our fans write about us.

Today, the boys and I were scheduled to have a meeting with management about the calender for the next few weeks. It was supposed to begin at noon, but Liam always makes us come extra early to make a 'good impression' but we all know that they won't care unless we're late.

As we wait, they just stick us in a random room until management is ready for us. Hence the reason why five teenagers (more or less) are alone in a conference room and I'm sitting on a table.

I checked the professional looking clock on the wall and smiled. It was 11:49 meaning our meeting would start soon, and we'd get out of here sooner. My eyes followed the second hand as it rounded the clock.

Tic-toc. Tic-toc. Tic-toc.

"Here in the world they got plenty of beer. Ain't got no money in my pocket but I'm already here. And now the girls are lining up cause they hear we got swagger, but I kick her to the curb-," I began singing - changing up the lyrics - until I was rudely cut off but Harry. "Lou, no. Just stop," he stated, shaking his head at me.

I looked him dead in the eye and said, "She looked like Mick Jagger." I stood on the table top and began dancing, ignoring the boys' laughs. "EVERYBODY GETTIN' CRUNK-CRUNK. GIRLS WANNA TOUCH MY JUNK-JUNK. GOTTA SMACK THEM IF THEY GETTING TOO DRUNK-!" "You would smack a girl?" Niall asked, narrowing his eyes at me. I thought it over and shrugged. "If she's getting to drunk," I winked.