The Story of Our Song ||Laylor||

Chapter 7: Louis Wιℓℓιαм Tomlinson

-Taylor-

I woke up and got myself ready. Today, Louis and I had planned to stay at his place, although he was in desperate need of groceries. The boy hadn't gone grocery shopping in two weeks.

But, that's why I'm here I guess, to help him.

I walked into the kitchen and opened a cabinet, looking for cereal, or food, of any kind. I find a box of Cheerios and take it out, getting out a bowl. He has no milk, of course. I open the box and tilt the box to pour out some cereal into the bowl. Nothing comes out. I tilt it farther. Nothing comes out still. I tilt it upside down and some crumbs fall out. I sigh and toss the box into the trash can.

I hear chuckling behind me. "Having trouble?" I hear the voice ask me. I turn around to face him. He's still in his pajamas and has bed hair. How is he supposed to get me food looking like that? "Louis William Tomlinson, you have no food in this house!" I say. He just smiles and pulls himself up to sit on the counter. "Then we must go grocery shopping!" He exclaims. I roll my eyes and sigh. "Grab the keys." I simply say, walking out of the kitchen and into "my" room to grab my phone.

I walk back out to see Louis dressed, with his hair styled. I smile and he opens the door, holding it open for me. "M'lady." He says, gesturing out the door. "Well, aren't you a gentleman." I say, holding back giggles. He smiles and we both walk out.

He locks the door and we go outside to get into his car. Once we are settled, he turns on the heater and the radio. As soon as he turns on the radio, my song, '22' comes on and I laugh.

"This is my jam!" I say, doing some funky dance moves. Louis looks over at me and laughs. This time, I notice, the laugh reaches his eyes. I start singing and so does Louis, surprisingly.

Once the song ends, I turn it down a little so we can talk. "Speaking of that song, your birthday is coming up, isn't it?" I ask him. He nods and blushes slightly. "Ah, I can see the Twitter posts now. 'Louis Tomlinson is turning 22'
'Louis can't turn 22, it's against all laws of humanity'
'Louis can just skip the age 22 and just be 21 1/2.'" I say, waving my arms in the air dramatically. We start laughing and Louis parks into the parking lot of the grocery store.

"So, what are you planning on doing for your birthday?" I ask him, once we are out of the car and entering the store. He shrugs and I see him frown. He sniffles a little and looks away. I look at him worriedly. "El and I were supposed to go to dinner, but that's obviously not happening now." He says. I take his hand in mine and give it a little squeeze. I feel something weird when I do that, but I ignore it. "It's okay Lou. We can do something else. We can have a small party and invite the boys, your family, and your friends, and have a party at your apartment." I say. He turns towards me and gives me a little smile. "Yeah, I guess we could do that. It sounds like fun." He says and I give his hand one last squeeze before pulling it away.

He wraps an arm around my shoulder casually. "But the question is, who's going to set up this 'party' thing?" He asks me. "Oh, I will." I immediately say. "I knew you were going to say that." He says and pokes my cheek. I smile and my cheeks feel hot. What is happening to me?

Louis removes his arm to grab a shopping cart. I feel the feeling I had go away as soon as his hand leaves my shoulder. Alright, this is just plain awful.

I push the thoughts to the back of my head and focus on his party. His birthday is in a little less than a month. I need to get invitations out soon. Louis and I start walking down different aisles and piling on lots and lots of food.

So far, we haven't run into any fans. It's only been some older people. I guess it's because it's only barely 9 in the morning.

"So speaking of birthdays, yours is coming up too. In like 3 weeks, am I right?" He asks me. I turn to him and nod. His eyes light up a little and his eyebrows furrow, as if he's thinking of something.