*Bailey's POV*
I looked down at the mess I made by dropping the tea. I quickly bent down to clean it up, my checks flaming. 'Oh, God...I'm making a fool of my self in front of Louis Tomlinson...the Louis Tomlinson! Who is in my house! What is he doing in my house!? Its not worthy of his arrival. It's all messy...and why on earth did he say his name was William?'
My thoughts were interrupted my his sweet Doncaster accent and the touch of his hands on mine, stopping me from picking up the broken glass."I'll clean it babe." He smiled at me.
"N-no, you don't have to. It-it's my fault." I flustered.
He shook his head. "No, I surprised you. You did nothing. It was MY fault. Come on. You are to pretty to be on your knees cleaning." He held his hand out and helped me up from the ground. I stood still as I watched him pick up the broken glass of the mugs, walking in the kitchen to throw them away. When he came back out, he had a couple paper towels. He set them on top of the tea stain and pressed down. Allowing the tea to be soaked up. He went to throw them away as well. Then he came out and sat on the couch. He looked at me, still standing there awkwardly. He patted the space next to him. Telling me he wanted me to sit next to him.
We sat in an awkward silence. "Sorry I startled you," He said sheepishly a minute later.
I shook my head still shocked. "It's ok...I just didn't expect it..." My eyes widened when I realized that I'm having a conversation with my idol. My face reddened also when I realized that I sang in front of my idol...
He must have been reading my thoughts because he said, "Don't fret. I'm just a normal guy. And no need to be embarrassed. You sing beautifully!" He smiled at me.
I blushed and returned it with a small smile. "Thank you, Louis" That brought up another matter. "Or should I say...William?" I smirked at him.
He laughed and rubbed the back of his head. "Sorry about that. I was trying to go unrecognized. But then I came here with you and I heard you sing. I had to confront you for real."
I laughed as well. "It's ok. I understand." We sat there in silence for a bit. Only this time it was comfortable. "Sorry for freaking out on you. I guess you get that enough. You are right. your just a normal person. I never knew that I would be so easy to talk to you." I looked at him.
He smiled and said, "It's ok, love. And hey! What can I say, i'm a pretty cool guy! I'm also a...fun-gi!" He flashed a sideways smile, making my heart flip.
I laughed, remembering the joke from the X-Factor. "So you're the mushroom that went to the party!" I laughed some more.
He laughed as well throwing his head back, "So you know the joke! So it really does mean you're a fan."
I nodded. "But of course! Nobody that is smart isn't! You guys are talented and...good looking. And you have a great personality! Who could resist that?" I smiled.
He flipped his imaginary long hair over his shoulder. "I know! Look at me! I'm gorgeous!" He chuckled.
I smirked as well. "The prettiest!." Again, more silence. I was totally relaxed now. I felt comfortable around him. It felt like we have been best friends forever. If someone came up to me and said that I would be sitting in my living room on an average day having a laugh with Louis Tomlinson, I would have thought them mad! "Ok, I have an Idea."
He raised his eye brows. "Shot."
"You heard me sing, so now you have to sing for me!" I smiled. "Please?" I clasped my hands together and gave him my puppy eyes. He laughed and nodded. 'Score!' He looked at the ground, thinking of what song to sing. He smiled wide, looked at me, and began to sing.
