"Come on Louis you can't blame her."
"Well I am! It shouldn't matter what people call me. I-I can't help that I'm just sensitive!" The small boy huffs as he sits on nialls kitchen counter, swinging his legs like a small child. Niall stays quiet for a moment "we should go out. Like, to a party." Louis watches as the Irish lads lips curve into a smile. "Niall, you know that's not my type of thing..." He sighs "oh come on Louis it would be fun! Please please pleaseeeeee." He begs. Louis rolls his eyes "you're lucky I love you" Niall squeals and hops up and down "so is that a yes?!" Louis nods and can't help but smile back, Niall was his best friend, his only friend actually, they have know each other since they were in diapers. "Before we go...can you get my sippy cup?" Louis asks, a faint blush staining his cheeks. He always loved drinking from sippy cups, they made him feel small and cute. "Of course Louis." Niall says and grabs his mate the cup.
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"I look stupid."
"You look hot!"
Louis rolls his eyes as he looks at himself in the mirror. He had on dark, tight skinny jeans and a cream knitted sweater, he also had on his black and white adidas shoes, his heart was already racing. He doesn't like parties, or people, but he wanted to make Niall happy. "Are we ready to partayyyy!?" The boy cheers and grabs Louis' small hands "I guess so" he mutters back as he gets pulled by his friend down the stairs. Niall and him pile into the car and make their way across town to one of the greatest parties of the year.
