Yours (Louis Tomlinson)

22

Phoebe's POV

I roll over and nearly fall off of my bed. My phone rests on the nightstand. It's plugged in. I don't remember doing that. Wait, when did I even get home last night? The last thing I remember is falling asleep in the car. I sit up and see I have twenty minutes to get ready for work. I need to shower.

"Rebecca?" I ask once I'm out of my room.

"Yeah?" She answers from the kitchen.

"When did I get home?" I ask.

"Uh, Louis carried you upstairs around eleven. Said something about you guys getting lost and he told you you could sleep. You wouldn't wake up." She says and I hear her familiar giggle.

"Wait. He carried me?" I ask, popping my head into the kitchen. She smiles up at me and continues cutting up strawberries.

"Why?" I ask. I'm not upset, just curious.

"You were asleep and he didn't want to wake you." She says. She keeps smiling at me. Why?

"Well, I'm going, so stop smiling." I say and her giggle erupts again. I rush over to the bathroom because I'm barely going to make it to work on time.

*

"Beep, you're late. I guess I should cut you a break, though because it's Friday and you must be tired." Dean says when I walk in.

"Sorry! I was out late shopping for some Christmas presents with my friend." I tell him.

"Christmas is only a few weeks away. I guess you shop late." He says and I nod.

"I'll probably be out Christmas Eve." I joke and he smiles.

"I finished shopping over a month ago." He says proudly.

"I'm not as good as you." I say and he nods.

"Isn't that the truth." I mumble and he laughs.

"Well I'm heading home to the Mrs. See you at four. Early closing." He says and I nod.

"Thanks Dean." I say.

"Bye beep." He says and I hold back a laugh.

"Hi Dean!" Someone says outside of the shop and my head pops up. It's Louis.

"Hi fellow!" He says back and I laugh. Louis walks in smiling.

"I have a nickname. It's fellow." He says proudly and I laugh.

"Fancy." I respond sarcastically.

"Want a cup of coffee? I was on my way to a meeting and I picked you up a cup. Rebecca told me what to get." He says and I nod.

"Thanks fellow." I say and he smiles.

"So, when do you have to go to work?" I ask.

"Well, I should be there in...five or so minutes, but that's not happening." He says.

"Why?" I ask.

"Because I'm enjoying a cup of coffee. Harry is in the car outside, so he's going to be late too. I can be as late as I want." He says.

"Go to work." I say blankly and he frowns.

"Why?" He whines.

"You shouldn't make Harry late." I point out.

"Why not? He left me for two weeks. I deserve a nice morning." He says.

"Hang out here later on. I'll be here till four." I say.

"Fine. I'm leaving. Bye Bee." He says and I roll my eyes.

"Bye fellow." I say and he chuckles on his way out. He's so strange.