Wrong Number 2

"zac efron"

"Okay, everything is all unpacked and now we can just relax." Louis said sighing and throwing himself on the couch.

"We?" I asked shooting my eyebrows up. "Oh no mister. I did all the work while you sat there with your bowl of fruit loops."

He scoffed. "Bull." He said slowly sliding the fruit loops bowl under his arm.

I kicked my feet up on the coffee table. "I demand a massage." He smiled and got up behind me and began rubbing my shoulders.

It was quiet for a while until Louis spoke up. "Hey, can we talk about that Mathew kid?"

"No." I mumbled.

"Please?" He begged stopping the massage.

Damnit.

"Okay fine." I sighed sitting up more as he sat next to me grinning. "Are you jealous?"

"Well yeah, I won't deny that." He said shifting uncomfortably. "I can't believe I fell for his, 'I am such a big fan' bullshit."

I raised an eyebrow. "It was pretty obvious. I mean where would he know you from?"

He playfully slapped my arm. "Hey, I could be secretly famous. You don't know." I giggled. "But on a serious note, please stay away from him Noelle. He doesn't give me good vibes."

I nodded. "Alright, alright. I promise I won't speak to him. You are my one and only."

He have me a playful glare. "Oh please. You have a celebrity crush on Zac Efron."

I raised my hands in the air. "No shame."