Crazy Little Thing Called Love

McDonald's Or How I Nearly Beat Louis At FIFA

Hi everyone, a second chapter today! :) I really enjoyed writing this chapter and I hope you enjoy reading it. All the love, Summer xxx

The next few days were mainly spent at work or in my bed sleeping. On Wednesday night, Louis unexpectedly picked me up from work by car. I just got a simple text saying "I'm parking behind the hotel, come out whenever you're finished with work." I quickly got changed into a pair of jeans and a big sweatshirt and after a quick goodbye to my colleagues, I made my way towards the back of the hotel which usually was reserved for special guests.

Louis was indeed waiting inside his car in order to prevent a) freezing to death and b) being seen. I climbed into the passenger seat and pecked his cheek before I put my seat belt on and got comfortable. "Hi, love." I gave him a tired smile. "Hi." He chuckled. "Tough day at work?" I nodded. "The worst. I haven't had dinner yet, so if you are already nice enough to pick me up from work can we please stop somewhere to get some food?" I practically begged him and he laughed. "Sure thing love, no problem. I know you don't eat meat, but is McDonald's okay with you? You could get a veggie burger."

My face light up. "I haven't been there for ages, oh, I need to buy a milkshake!" He grinned at my excitement and after a twenty minute drive we stopped at the McDonald's Drive Through. The girl behind the counter nearly had a heart attack when she saw Louis in the driver's seat. "Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God." she said really quickly. Then she took a really deep breath and asked a bit calmer "What would you like to order, Sir?" She shot me a curious look, but didn't say anything. Louis smiled at her and she blushed a little bit, not that I could blame her.

"I would like to have a BBQ Chicken BLC, an extra-large portion of chips and some Chicken McNuggets, please. Oh, and a coke, as well." She typed everything into her computer and then looked over to me. "What would you like to order, Miss?" I smiled at her. "Um, I haven't been here in forever, so correct me if I talk any rubbish." She nodded with a slight grin on her face. "Could I please have a veggie burger..." Next to me Louis tried to hide a laugh. "Shut up, Tomlinson. I don't even know why we're friends. You're always mean to me."

He rolled his eyes and said in a mock whisper "She is not always like that. Most of the time she's actually quite nice." The girl at the drive through laughed. "Anything else for you, Miss?" I nodded. "Yes, sorry about this idiot here." Louis pinched me and I squeaked. "Ow, for fuck's sake, Louis, let a poor girl order her food!" I took a deep breath and tried to ignore Louis' smug grin. "As I was trying to say, could I also have a bag of medium chips and a chocolate milkshake, please?" The girl laughed and tipped in my order. "Will this be all for today?" Louis and I exchanged a look. "I think so, yes, thank you, love. Without wanting to sound vain in any way..." This time it was my turn to giggle. Louis glared at me and then continued.

"What I wanted to ask is, would you like an autograph or photo? You seem to be a fan and I am not sure if you are someone who would ask for this while being at work." He smiled at her and her eyes got wide and she blushed. "Would you do this for me?" she asked him and he nodded. "Otherwise I wouldn't have suggested it." She blushed even deeper and held out a pen and a piece of paper. "Would you mind signing this for me? I've been a fan since 2012 and this is kind of surreal right now." She chuckled.

Louis signed the piece of paper for her and even asked for her name. "Okay, Melissa, would you like a photo as well?" She nodded and send me a questioning look. "Would you mind, um, could you perhaps take the photo?" I smiled at her. "Absolutely. Wait a second." I undid my seatbelt and sat up to bring the phone into a better position. "Here you go, love. I hope they turned out okay." She send me a grateful look. "Thanks, I hope you two have a nice evening." We said our goodbyes and drove forward to the next window, while I put my seatbelt on again. In the next window was a guy in his mid-twenties who either didn't recognise Louis or didn't care that he was there. He handed us our food and Louis pulled out some cash to pay for our meals. "No, no, no, no, I can pay for my food!" I protested, but Louis ignored me and after a few seconds I slumped back into my seat in defeat.