Let Me Kiss You (A Louis Tomlinson Fanfiction)

Chapter 5

Louis POV (yaaaay)

It's four in the morning. I've been awake since Julia texted me good night. I wish she was still awake. I fancy talking to her.

I think I fancy her.

Each time I close my eyes the image of her face invades my thoughts. Her slightly wavy blonde hair, her gray eyes. I always thought brunettes were my type but she just changed my point of view.

Just thinking about her passes the time. It's five in the morning now. I hear Harry skipping down the stairs. We have an interview today I forgot.

I get out of bed, groaning at the coldness. I just wanna be a caterpillar a little while longer. I walk to my bathroom almost like a zombie. I am then greeted by one in the mirror.

My hair looks like it usually does, a mess. People think it's "sexy." I am not sexy at all (lies). I have massive bags under my eyes.

Chicks, man.

I slip out of my clothes and step in my shower. Sometimes I feel spoiled. Everything in my life is big. My house, my room, my bed, my shower.

I turn on the water and the side jets turn on, sprinkling my body with what feels like ice. Harry and his 30 minute showers, taking all of the water.

I wait a few minutes before it heats up.

After my shower, I get dress in a white shirt with blue stripes and my red shorts. I slip into my black toms and reach over to grab my glasses when my phone vibrates.

'From: Julia :)

Good morning Louis:)'

I smile and slip my phone in my pocket. I'll text her on the way to the interview.

I bound down the stairs and see Harry eating a bowl of cereal, watching one of the Desperate House Wives.

"Desperate House Wives? Really Hazza? We watched this all day, put on something else." I groan, biting the insides of my mouth so I don't smile.

"But boo bear. This is my favorite show. I like watching cat fights." Harry whines in his low voice. Totally unfair how Harry, the youngest out of the lads, has the lowest voice and I, the oldest, have the highest.

"But we need to go. It's a two our drive. The lads are outside."I say, grabbing Harry's hands to try to pull him up. He snatches his hands away and crosses them over his chest, pouting.

"I don't want to." Harry mutters. He looks like a five year old.

"Harry, if you do this, I'll get you ice cream. Any flavor. Now get off your bum and let's MOVE." I try to be motivational, but Harry barely seems motivates.

He looks at me for a second before saying "Any flavor?"

"Yes. Any just lets go!"

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A/N

Hey guys. Short chapter today, sorry. So tired. More tomorrow