Yours (Louis Tomlinson)

24

Phoebe's POV

I pick the Conjuring. I see the fear that Louis is trying to hide as he takes the seat that Harry once occupied. I'm no good with scary movies, but I still want to see this one. I remember the bowl of popcorn on the table in front of me and pull it onto my lap. A hand dives into it immediately, Louis's hand to be clear.

"Excuse me?" I ask.

"Oh you're excused." He says, stealing another handful.

"I really hate you." I tell him. He then moves closer and puts his head on my shoulder. My body freezes while the boy carelessly smiles up at me, taking more popcorn. I turn my attention to the television and stick some of my snack in my mouth. The first jump scare arrives, causing the boy next to me to turn his head into the couch. I crack up.

"How doesn't this freak you out?" He asks me.

"It just doesn't." I tell him. He rolls his eyes and switches back to the film.

By the end of the movie, his arm is wrapped around mine, him still resting on my shoulder. I hadn't even noticed that he had wrapped his arm around mine until now. I can't think of anything to say, but my mind begins to mix up a bit at his arm around mine. My cheeks heat up and I furrow my eyebrows. Why are they doing that? I get up off the couch and head to the door with a goodbye. He can't see my cheeks, he'll get the wrong idea.

"Phoebe-"

"Thanks again. Today was really fun, Louis." I say without turning. The knob finds my hand and seems to turn itself. It repeats that step back at my place.

*

"Babe!" Rebecca's voice echoes through the apartment.

"Bedroom." I mutter. I've been laying on my bed for the past hour, hoping Rebecca would show her face soon.

"What are you doing in here?" She asks me.

"Thinking." I say simply. Louis has left me confused. I think he may fancy me.

"About what?" She asks. I feel her take a seat on the end of my bed.

"I think Louis fancies me." I state and sit up. She laughs at me, making me frown.

"That's obvious!" She says and her giggles subside.

"I don't want him to! I mean he's an amazing guy and he's so much better now, but he can't like me like that. I don't want him to." I tell her.

"You'll just be closer if you are together. I think you guys would be adorable. I think you should give it a shot." She says and smiles.

"No. I'm not giving it a shot." I tell her and frown.

"Why?" She asks.

"I'm just going to back off." I over look her question. It seems to be her turn to frown.

"Why? He's a wonderful guy." She says.

"Yeah, when he's not being a sarcastic bastard." I say and she giggles.

"He really does like you." She says.

"Good for him." I say making her groan at me.

"You don't have to worry about this one. He's not bad like Dylan." She says.

"I get I was blind about that and stupid, okay? Can we stop bringing it up?" I beg.

"No, because I've got a feeling that it's what's stopping you from stepping up and getting what's yours! Now, this boy is crazy about you. Everyone can see that." She says. My cheeks heat up.

"I just can't believe it." I say sadly.

"Why?" She asks.

"Because I can't." I say and she laughs.

"Well, he likes you. You might as well give it a shot." She says.

"I just might." I say.

"Make yourself one of your lists later, but right now, we're taking you out tonight!" She shouts and I raise my eyebrow.

"We?" I wonder.

"Well, you see, Harry was bummed that he didn't get to hang out with you too. So, I invited him and Louis to go to the bar down the street." She says.

"I'm not drinking unless we get a cab home." I say and she sighs.

"I'm staying sober for you. You owe me on my birthday!" She says and I smile.

"Then I accept!" I say happily.

"Now, what will I be wearing?" I ask and look over at my closet.

"I picked you up a nice shirt. You have your boots and nice black skinny jeans. I hope you like it!" She says. She's out of my room in a second and back with a box in about four. I open it and see a navy blue tube top. My face flushes and I hide it in my hands.

"I got you a leather jacket from Macy's too! You'll look so hot." She says. Oh, this girl does make me laugh.

"I'm not going to overdo it." I say.

"Then do simple makeup! C'mon. Show the guy what you've got." She says.

"How long do I have to get ready?" I ask.

"Twenty minutes. I want you to look good, too. Don't waste my money." She says.

I hurry her out and put the tube top on. Oh my god I'm nervous. I think I look absolutely ridiculous, but Rebecca will kill me if I don't wear it. I throw the jacket on and the outfit becomes a bit more acceptable. I mean, it's nothing I would wear to go to the grocers. I still don't want to wear it to a bar! I mean, tube tops aren't even that bad. I just prefer sweaters. I leave my room and Rebecca immediately finds my eyes. She grins and before I know it, I'm yanked into the hallway, bumping into Louis along the way.

"That's a different shirt." Harry says while Louis just looks at me.

"Rebecca's idea." I groan and she smirks at me.

"You look hot." Harry says and I laugh. I know he doesn't mean anything by it, he's just teasing.

"You look nice." Louis says making me smile.

"Thanks." I smile back.

"Well, you guys ready?" Rebecca asks. I unwillingly nod. This was going to be a long night.