Louis’s POV: I’m sexy and I know it!
“Come on then Louis!” called Liam
“Yeah, I might just stay for a bit, you know catch up on the vocals…”
I glanced at the girl. It was only a quick glance but Harry seemed to see it.
“OOOOO! Looks like BooBear had his eyes on someone!”
I didn’t know where I blushed but my skin went very hot! I started to rummage around my bag, hopefully meaning that this conversation was over. The lads got the message and said their goodbyes and slowly went out the room. I stood up and looked over to the girl. She had her back to the mirrored wall and was looking intently at her phone. It almost made me want to laugh! But, I could look at her more closely. Her dark brown hair was pulled up into a loose ponytail. Her eyes were outlined very lightly with black eyeliner. Her eyelashes were dark but they had no mascara on them. Her cheekbones were slender and obvious, her skin pale. I couldn’t tell what the feelings were inside were. Then, she put her phone down and looked at me in a sort of confused way. She got up and walked over to me.
“Hi,” I said
“Hi,” she said, in a strong Leicester accent
“So, you any good at the singing?” she asked
“Yeah,” I shrugged, “I guess so. You any good at football?” I indicated towards her football. She walked over to it and started to pass it in between her feet. She then kicked the ball over her head and started doing keepie-uppies. She stopped the ball cleanly under her foot,
“Yeah,” and she shrugged.
I laughed at her and she laughed back. I held out my hand and she looked at it quizzically.
“I haven’t formally introduced myself. I am Louis William Tomlinson. Favourite food: pasta though one does enjoy steak and pancakes. Favourite film: GREASE!”
I said and I started singing the lyrics to Go greasing lightning!
She smiled before doing an elegant turn:
“Nice meeting you Louis Tomlinson. I am called Jessica Lily Mazuryk, though one does prefer Jess! My mobile number is…” and she listed off her number, “so maybe when you take me out for some pasta seeing as that is my favourite food as well…”
‘I’m sexy and I know it!’
I blushed when I realised that it was my ringtone but she merely smiled and started to sing and dance along. I joined in and after when we finished I realised that it was my cue to whip out my phone and rapidly type in her number. After when I did that, I asked her where she wanted to go.
“Hmm,” she thought, “I trust you to make the right decision,” she winked at me before holding a pretend skirt and saying:
“Farewell, my darling,” and she whisked out the room carrying her bag and dribbling the football as she went!
I pulled up outside Harrys apartment. I was meant to have met the lads two hours ago. It was now 10’O’clock. I got out of my black Porsche and slowly walked up the path. I went inside and got in the lift. When I got to Harrys door, I knocked and I knocked and I knocked. I knew it annoyed them when I did that! Then, Harrys face had appeared at the door and he was pulling me inside. The boys were all crowded in Harrys lounge, drinking beer and watching a recorded version of the Liverpool vs Cardiff City match. They all looked up at me as I walked into the room. Daddy Direction (Liam) stood up.
“Hello Louis. Where’ve you been then?”
“I know where he’s been,” butted in Harry, “he’s been with that dancer!” and he wolf whistled for added affect. This was awkward, so I rugby tackled Harry onto the floor.
“Fine,” he said, “but you have to play on Michael Jackson then!”
I groaned. Michael Jackson? The wii game where you had to copy Michael Jackson’s moves? Actually, I would do it and it would be fun! I would whop Harry’s ass! I stood up, pretending to be reluctant! Then I remembered! Harry had a hat like Michael Jacksons! I signalled to the lads (who were setting up the game) that I would be back in a minute and I ran upstairs and found Harry’s hat. I put it on then tucked my socks into my jeans. I caught myself in the mirror and grinned! I looked… strange. I walked downstairs and waited outside the door. I then burst it open and moon walked in. The boys looked up and stared, wide eyed then they burst out laughing!
“Great moon walking Louis, but I think you’re meant to moon walk forward mate!” laughed Zayn. I glared at him then clapped my hands.
“Right then Hazza!” I said, “Ready to get your ass whopped?”
Harry just looked at me as he started up the game…
