Flame (A Niall Horan FanFiction)

Chapter Ten

I woke up feeling fresh and satisfied. I could not wait to start the day. Today, Louis is going to take me around Doncaster, show me who and what makes the city. I walked out of the guest room with sleepy eyes, and made my way to the kitchen.

"Good morning Erin," greets Louis. He was making scrambled eggs and bacon. I yawn and stretch my arms.

"Good morning! So what are we going to do today?" I ask, taking a seat on the chair.

Louis places a plate in front of me and takes a seat. "Well, Harry's going to drive us around town, and I'm going to show you the most interesting places in my town!"

I gulp as I take a bit of my eggs. "H-Harry's coming?"

"I thought you liked him! Well, you seemed to like him last night," he nods.

I take a sip of my orange juice and say, "Definitely not! He makes such rude comments! My pajamas, my hair, you name it, he insults it!"

Louis laughs as he finishes his breakfast. "He's just not used to you. How do you think he greeted me every morning?" I shrug. "Well, let's just say that every night, he brings a female to his flat and... every morning, he shags them, and I wake up to moaning sounds."

I scrunch my nose. "Please. Do not ever say shag ever again."

Louis chuckles and he goes to his room to change. I finish my breakfast, put the plate in the sink and head to the bathroom. Taking a shower makes me feel as clean as ever, and I blow dry my hair. While I was putting on mascara, a knock on the door scares the life out of me. "Erin! I need to go!"

I roll my eyes at his impatience. "Hold on! Just finishing up!"

"Don't wait for me to regret asking you to come here!" He yells through the door, banging on it. I open the door and he rushes in, closing the door in my face. I sigh and walk back to the guest room, change into an American Eagle sweater, skinny jeans, and put on a pair of Toms on the way out.

"Ready?" Louis asks, I nod and we both head out. He locks the door and we make our way to the parking lot. As we get into the elevator, other wise known as the 'lift' in England, I notice Louis' choice of shoes.

"We've got the same Toms!" I squeal. He shakes his head, laughing, and we meet Harry at his car.

"Hey," he greets. He gives Louis a fist bump and heads inside the drivers seat. I make my way to the back of the car, but Louis interrupts me.

"Go sit at the front," Louis orders sternly.

"What?! Are you crazy?! In no way am I sitting at the front!" I tell him, looking at him as if he'd grown two heads.

"You two need to learn to befriend each other if you're both going to be part of my life!" Louis says. I am not sure if he is mad, but I sure don't want to try and figure out.

I put my hands up in defeat, "Fine!"

"Yes! Thank you! He'll warm up to you in no time!" He says eagerly as he walks into the back seat. I open the door to the from seat and walk in.

"What the-"

"I know, I know. Sorry your best friend isn't sitting at the front with you." I say rolling my eyes at him. From the rear view mirror, Louis narrows me a glance. I sigh, "Sorry, but it was Louis' idea."

Harry doesn't talk as he drives us around town. Louis breaks the uneasy silence, "So, we're going to Bawtry Paintball Field first. We're not actually going to play cause we have much to do today, but we can go there some other time. Then, we go to some gardens, parks, museums, and then we'll have a picnic, watch a movie, visit the Sutton Sea beach and then eat dinner at the best restaurant in town."