Back To December

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It was here. It was finally here, the day me and Louis had been talking about since he bought us tickets seven months ago – kind of like an early birthday present for my 18th, even though my birthday was two weeks before the actual concert.

We were going to see Rihanna!

I couldn't be more excited if I tried! I was going to his and Harry's apartment, we were having something to eat, going to the concert and then, afterwards, meeting the others and going out. It had been so long since I'd been out with the boys. I couldn't wait!

I unbuckled my seatbelt and pulled my phone out of my pocket, dialling Louis's number and telling the taxi driver to turn left.

"Yo, yo, yo CP!"

"Hey Lou," I rolled my eyes at his greeting. "I'm about two minutes away, can you come down and let me in, please?"

"Why do you sound so excited, Cassie?" he asked in confusion. "Why are you here, anyway? I can't hang out tonight, I have a date."

"I…" I trailed off, my heart slowing down when I realised he'd forgotten. "I, uhm, Louis we're supposed to be going to see Rihanna tonight, remember?"

"Huh? Oh… Oh yeah, we are… Oh well, it's fine, I guess I can call Cheryl and reschedule…" he sighed.

"Cheryl?"

"Cole."

"You arse!" I gasped, and he laughed loudly. "I really thought you'd forgotten then, I was going to get my taxi driver to beat you up!" I told him, and the taxi driver smirked, catching my eye in the mirror and winking at me as I giggled.

"Yeah, okay," Louis scoffed. "As if I could forget about Rihanna… and you, obviously."

"Oh, nice, I'm an afterthought," I huffed. "Oh, hey, I've just pulled into the road, I can see you so I'm going to hang up now."

"Oka-" Louis was cut off as I ended the call. I paid the taxi driver and thanked him, laughing quietly when I saw trying to hide a smirk as he glared at Louis, who looked slightly nervous.

"I was kidding, Louis." I told him, stepping out of the taxi and closing the door behind me.

"I knew that!" he tutted, grabbing hold of my arm and pulling me inside. "Come on, I cooked!"

"…You cooked?" I raised an eyebrow at him as we stepped in the lift and he nodded at me. "You? …Cooked?"

"Yes, I cooked, is that so hard to believe?!"

"What did you cook?" I asked him sceptically, following him into the apartment.

"Pizza."

"Oh," I smirked. "You put something in the oven."

"Yes but I still cooked it, didn't I? I had to take it out of the box, I had to make sure the oven was on the right setting, I had to time it! Therefore, I cooked it. Don't be so damn ungrateful. HARRY!"

"WHAT?"

"CASSIE'S HERE, PUT SOME CLOTHES ON!" Louis shouted, and I laughed loudly at him.

"I'm wearing clothes, fucker." Harry grumbled as he walked into sight. "I've been wearing clothes all day."

"Yeah but you never know," Louis shrugged his shoulders as he walked towards the kitchen. "Hey, we're having pizza before we go and go, you want some?" he asked, opening the oven and sliding the pizza out onto a plate. "It's four cheeses! Seeeee?" he asked, waving the pizza in front of Harry.

"…You're getting changed before we go to the concert, right?" I asked, eyeing his outfit. Louis looked at me in confusion and I sighed loudly, catching Harry's smirk. He knew what I was going to say. "Louis… I fucking hate those trousers and shoes. I mean, separately they're fine, but together… Why don't you wear socks?! Wear longer trousers!"