"Tell me who he is!" your closest friend, Tara protests, bouncing on the sofa. "No! That's no fun," you laugh at her enthusiasm and check your phone. Lou should be here in a few minutes. "At least give me some hints?" she asks, batting her eyelashes dramatically. "Really? Batting your eyelashes? You're so pathetic, I GUESS I can give you some hints," you tease. She claps and looks at you with excitement. "Well, he's got blue eyes, a bit of stubble," you begin. "He can sing really well, he's got good taste in clothes, he's the funniest thing ever, he's really sweet and good-looking..." All of a sudden, Tara looks over your head wide-eyed where Louis is standing, jacket still on. "I'm glad you think so highly of me," he chuckles, giving you a quick kiss. "OI! You're dating Louis Tomlinson a.k.a number one on your 'Celebrities I'd Fuck' list, um THAT'S MAJOR," Tara shrieks excitedly, giving Louis a small wave. "Tara! Shut UP!" you hiss. "I'm number one on your 'Celebrities I'd Fuck' list? Cheeky," he smiles. "I didn't know people made lists such as those." You feel yourself getting sweaty and Tara laughs at your clear embarrassment. "You two are totally cute, though," she exclaims. "I ship it. Do you guys have a ship name yet?"
