Yours (Louis Tomlinson)

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Phoebe's POV

I decided it wouldn't be bad to try to do something with my hair. I've been lazy and braiding it lately. I walked into the bathroom to turn the flat iron on. I'm met by Rebecca a few minutes later, asking how I'm doing and why Louis stopped by a few hours ago.

"Dean's wife died today, and Louis told me. I also have the keys to the book shop for a few weeks, it seems." I tell her.

"Poor Dean. Did you and Louis kiss and make up?" She asks.

"Yeah, he got over it, he got me candy..." I trail off.

"You're going on a date?" She asks.

"Yeah, I am. I'm flattening my hair right now." I tell her.

"Good. How are you feeling?" She asks.

"I didn't know his wife much. I just know he loved her." I tell her, which is the truth. I had no clue what she even looked like, which is unbelievable. I've known Dean for years.

"Alright, well go get ready for your date tonight. I'll door watch for you." She says and I smile.

*

"Phoebe get out here!" Rebecca yells. I've been laying on my bed waiting for about an hour. He didn't give me a time and I didn't want to make him wait. I fix my bracelet on my wrist and walk out the door. He's standing by the kitchen with his hands in his jacket pockets.

"Just let me get my coat." I tell him. He nods as I reach for the coat rack. I throw on the navy jacket before tossing my phone into the pocket.

"Let's go then. Might as well get the arse bruising over with." He says and I laugh.

"Bye Rebecca!" I say as I'm pulled out the door. I feel the door close behind me just as lips hit mine. It's a quick peck, but nice. We walk down the stairs together. For once, we aren't running places, which is also nice. I'm not sure how much more running my ankle can take from this boy. I hop into the other side of the car as Louis gets into his.

"You could have gotten my door. This date is already off to a bad start." I mess with him. He looks a bit surprised and I laugh, breaking his confusion. He shakes his head at me before taking off.

*

"You're going to kill me." He mutters. I hold his hand tightly and pull the sad skater along.

"Hurry up." I tell him. I begin to skate a bit faster and he pulls me back. He uses a bit too much force because he falls.

"Uh, Phoebe-"

"I got you, c'mon." I tell him. I take his hands and help him get up. He gives me a small shove, trying to knock me over, but he falls yet again.

"This isn't fair." He grumbles.

"I'll leave you next time you try to knock me down." I warn him. He shrugs before sticking his hands out to me. I pull him up again.

"Can I go around the rink one time?" I ask him. I just want one round without having to drag him up.

"Sure, it's not like we're on a date or anything." He mumbles. I roll my eyes and take off. By the time I get halfway around, I see some guy trying to help Louis up off the ice. I simply laugh to myself and increase speed to get to the guys.

"Thanks man. Have to be careful with this one." I say to the guy once I catch up.

"You're welcome. Your friend is a bit clumsy, yeah?" He asks. I laugh and let the guy skate away. Louis gives me a funny look before trying to skate on.

"Your friend is a bit clumsy, yeah?" He says in a stupid voice.

"He was just being nice." I tell him. I wrap my arm around his and skate closer.

"Yeah being nice enough to make me look like a fool. I could have gotten up off the ice." He says grumpily. I laugh quietly and kiss his cheek.

"I'm sure you could have. Just after a few hours of clawing your way up to the wall." I say. He frowns and I push one side of his mouth up.

"Not helping." He says with my finger still on his face. I laugh and he starts to laugh as well, losing his bit of anger.

"So, when are we leaving?" He asks.

"I don't know...never." I say.

"How about we go to the stadium?" He offers.

"Maybe. I just don't want to go with you." I tell him. He rolls his eyes and I turn us to pull out of the rink. I go too fast because he slips and falls right on his bum.

"It wouldn't be a trip to the ice rink unless you took me out." He grumbles. I shrug my shoulders and help the poor boy up.

"You get to choose next time." I tell him. He gets a quick kiss on the lips before we start to take the skates off. He goes to return them while I wait by the exit.

*

"I'll be your goalie this time." I tell him. I haven't played as goalie in years, but I might as well try. He shrugs, but takes the ball with him, setting up.

"Are you sure?" He asks. I nod quickly. I was a bit uncertain, but I missed this. I missed the challenge and all of the excitement. He sends the ball soaring at me and I block it with my hands. I feel the long lost burn and throw the ball back.

"Are you sure you want to do it bare hands? I have gloves." He tells me.

"I'm not a child, Louis I can do this." I tell him. He nods and takes another shot. This time it misses the net, and I laugh.

"Good shot." I say. He goes to get the ball, storming all the way there. I continue to laugh and laugh even harder when he throws the ball down like a kid. He then proceeds to kick the ball at me, hitting me in the gut.

"Shit! Phoebe!" He yells. I hunch over in pain. When I sit my head up he's sitting in front of me looking around to make sure I'm not hurt, or at least not dying. I started to cough out the air I was holding.

"Fine." I say. He takes my face in his hands and moves it around. I shove them off and lay back in the grass.

"I didn't mean to, I was trying to kick it past you and it hit you straight in the stomach. I swear Phoebe-"

"Shut up Louis." I groan. His apology was annoying me. He sits quietly in front of me, waiting for me to make the next move.

"Oh I hate you so much." I mumble under my breath. I sit back up a second later and he's watching me. I stand up and he follows. Then I do something a bit odd. I grab his shirt and pull him forward to kiss me.

"Watch where you're kicking next time genius." I push him away lightly. He looks completely shocked and stands there with his lips slightly parted.

"Now, make sure I'm ready next time, Louis." I tell him. He stares at me for a second, but I turn him around and push him.

"No, you're not getting away that easily Bee." He says and turns around. He comes up and pulls my face towards his. We just kind of stand there for a minute, enjoying ourselves.

"You know, I could go for a nice ride back just about now." I tell him.

"Let's go then. We can listen to cheesy music if you'd like?" He asks and I laugh.

"No, I'm alright. We can listen to any music but that." I tell him. He laughs at me and we get going. I jab his shoulder with my finger and it takes just a few seconds for him to grab my hand.