Crazy Little Thing Called Love

Pancake Fights Or How I Found Out That Louis Likes Me

Hi everyone, an extra long chapter today because I wasn't really busy today and I didn't really know how to split this up into two chapters. I hope you enjoy it! All the love, Summer xxx

After I had gotten changed into Louis' clothes, I hesitantly opened the door and made my way towards the kitchen, but before I had reached the kitchen door, Niall and Lily stepped out of one of the guest rooms at the end of the hallway. When Lily saw me she blushed deeply and murmured something about needing to use the bathroom in which she disappeared almost instantly. Niall, on the other hand, grinned at me and ran a hand through his messy blonde hair. "Morning, Claire." he said with a bright smile on his face. "How are ye feeling today?" He let his eyes wander up and down my body and then he smirked. "Aren't those Louis' clothes?" He wiggled his eyebrows at me. I sighed exasperated. "Yes, they are. And no, nothing happened, no matter what Louis will tell you." "Well, someone got up on the wrong side of the bed today." Niall said and strolled passed me into the kitchen. After a few seconds I followed him.

"Well, good morning, sunshine." Louis greeted me like I hadn't just spent some time hiding in his closet half-naked. I ignored him and gratefully accepted the mug with coffee Harry handed me. I slumped down into the chair between Harry and Liam who shot me an amused look. "Still hungover, Claire? I thought you might be feeling a bit better after your little trip to the bathroom this morning." he joked. I glared at him and Louis, who was sitting opposite me, chuckled. "Is there anything funny about me throwing up in your bathroom, Tomlinson?" I asked him and he shook his head, but kept smirking at me.

Next to me, Harry snorted into his coffee. I elbowed him and he pretended to be in excruciating pain. "Oh suck it up, Styles." I grumbled. He stopped and looked down at me with a twinkle in his eyes. "We shouldn't let you get drunk very often, love. You seem to be very grumpy when you're hungover." I ignored him and reached past him for a pancake someone kindly had made, but was stopped by Niall's hand.

"Oi, I was about to take that pancake!" I defended my pancake. Niall shook his head. "No, it was definitely MY pancake." We had a starring contest and I gave him my best puppy eyes. "Oh, okay, fine. You can have the last pancake." Niall gave in and I cheered and happily placed the pancake on my plate. "Wow, that's a first." commented Harry. "Our little Nialler here usually doesn't share food." Niall only nodded as he was too busy stuffing his face with bacon and toast. "Maybe it's because we are besties now." I said and smiled down happily at my pancake.

"Would this be the perfect moment to tell you that we still have a couple of pancakes left?" asked Liam and laughed when he saw our surprised, but happy faces. "They are in the oven so they won't get cold." Louis and I pushed back our chairs at the same time. He shot up and made a run for the oven. When he was next to me, I stuck out my foot and he stumbled and fell down to my feet as everyone rolled in laughter.

Louis groaned loudly and I started to feel bad for him, so I got up and leaned over him. "Hey, are you okay?" I asked in between giggles. He groaned again and I leaned down a bit further, putting a hand on his shoulder. "Lou?" Suddenly, he turned around and snatched me by my waist, making me crash on top of him. Our faces were only inches apart and we were both breathing heavily. His eyes were mesmerizing and I couldn't look away. However, the sound of the others howling and whistling brought me back to reality and I blushed madly and quickly attempted to climb off Louis.

Lily chose that exact moment to enter the kitchen. "What the hell is going on in here?" she asked and looked from me and Louis on the floor to the others who were laughing at us. I quickly got up, brushed some imaginary dust off my clothes and avoided looking at anybody. Louis was grinning widely, obviously very pleased with his successful prank. Whistling, he made his way towards the oven and pulled out a new stash of pancakes.