Sent From Louis // l.t.

4.6

Louis: do you want to hang out again today?

Mallory: I have to go visit my grandmother for lunch at the hospital but after that I should be fine

Louis: ok

Mallory: what are we going to do?

Louis: let's make a cake

Mallory: OH MY FRICKLE JIGGLES REALLY

Louis: yea

Mallory: I'LL BUY EVERYTHING

Mallory: (lol I actually already own everything to make a cake I just haven't made one yet)

Louis: we can make it for Harry

Mallory: ok I know how it will look

Louis: what if I don't want it to look like you want it to

Mallory: too bad so sad

Louis: you are not a child

Mallory: yes I am

Louis: oh well than

Louis: I'll pick you up at the hospital at 1:00???

Mallory: sure

Mallory: sounds like a plan

Louis: sounds like a date ;)

Mallory: oh cheeky
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Mallory's POV

Two hours later and I was outside the hospital, waiting for my man. He pulled up and rolled down the window to reveal himself, wearing sunglasses. His music was turned up, and his head bobbed to the beat despite the fact that it was his song on the radio.

"Hey," he said turning to me with the same blank face.

I smiled, breaking my similar act. He smiled too, but handed me an identical pair of sunglasses.

"Hey," I replied.

"Those are Harry's sunglasses, but don't tell him."

"Ok."

I dug through the plastic bag in my hand filled with cake ingredients, double checking everything. Maybe I had snuck some sprinkles and other various candies in there, but we aren't going to talk about that.
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"Honey, I'm home!" Louis yelled upon walking through his door. I laughed quietly at the phrase.

"Louis!"

It was a very real Larry moment for me.

"Mallory?" You could see the confusion on his face.

"We have a cake-date," I explained to him, holding up the bag on my hand.

"Oh, fun. I will be upstairs, but I expect a piece of this cake," he said before walking back to where he came from.

"He's like a mother," Louis said with a laugh and head shake. I awkwardly laughed too, ignoring my discomfort. It was saddening for people to talk about mothers, or even fathers, around me.

"Shall we begin, your highness?" Louis asked with a bow.

I was flattered.

"Yes, your majesty."

We laid out all the ingredients, triple-checking the measurements, and planning a design. We acted as if we were famous bakers with our own show.

"Today, we will be making our very own cake. It will be a simple velvety vanilla with a fun colored icing," I began, smoothing out the cheesy apron on my torso that said, "I'm the icing on the cake."

We had set up Louis' laptop to record the "show," but we agreed that the tape would never be shared with anyone.

"First we will mix the ingredients."
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"Louis, we need to color the icing before we put it on."

"No, you don't have to," he said stubbornly. The little shit thought he was smart. Wrong again, buddy boy.

"Yes, you do."

"Fine," he said before scooping his finger in the container of icing.

"I swear to god, if you lick that icing, I will kick you in the balls," I threatened. My precious icing was not to be wasted.

"Don't worry, I won't," he replied with a devilish smirk. I was intrigued.

He brought his hand to my face, wiping the icing all over my cheek, down to my chin.

My mouth was wide-a known fact-and I was fuming.

My icing.

He smiled a cheeky grin, his eyes crinkling. In a fast, fluent motion, his hands darted out to catch my waist. His head ducked down slightly, adjusting to my height, before he kissed my cheek. A second and third and fourth and fifth kiss all traveled their way down my face, taking away the icing.

He looked at my eyes. His had a dancing electricity hidden in them. His smile mirrored mine. He leaned his forehead on mine, slowly moving the rest of his face to meet mine. He rotated his face, kissing my lips.

Normally, I wouldn't kiss the boy till we went on many dates. Normally, I was their girlfriend before they kissed me. With Louis, though, I didn't care. I knew we had only been on two dates, but we were kissing.

And I loved it.
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Apparently I sleep walk. Also my friends sister goes "one direction sucks. Especially Louis." and I said, "hopefully Harry." and I almost peed. I laugh at my own jokes. and I got a really soft sweatshirt and I'm happy and I'm at the beech and its my aesthetic.

have a good day/night/morning

xx Amelia