Falling For My Shoe Stealer // l.t.

Louis Could Not Have The Butter

Chapter 44:

Louis' POV:

"Dude, that was totally a glitch in the game! You didn't steal the ball from me!" Niall roared, frustratingly stabbing at the buttons on his Wii remote. I smirked and shrugged, aware that he was too focused on the game to notice me.

"Nah, mate, I think you just suck at FIFA," I concluded as I scored yet another goal. I now had a 10 point lead and was destine to win.

"I thought Irish people were supposed to be good at football," Jessica joked.

Zayn, Eliza, and I laughed while Niall huffed and began rapidly clicking random buttons in order to make it past my offender. Liam, Harry, and Lauren were still out, which is quite weird since it was dusk outside and getting dark fast. This was one of the reasons that Jess and I were forced back to the hotel. We were also really tired, but I could have pushed on for more alone time with her.

After seeing the Empire State Building, we went to lunch (amazing), saw Wicked on Broadway (incredible), and made our way through Madame Tussaud's Wax Museum (amazing and incredible.) I literally cannot get enough of her. We were deciding on where to go next when it started pouring rain. Thus, we were soaked and that was the final factor that ended our day out in NYC.

But I can't say it's all that bad. We were the first to return to the hotel. I would've cherished the time alone much more if it hadn't been spent on showering. By the time we were both done, which was about half an hour, Zayn was waiting in the living room. Not long after, Eliza and Niall barged through the front door.

I'm not quite sure what the plus side is in this situation right now. Zayn, Niall, Eliza, and I all took up the space on the couch (Eliza spread out more that necessary) leaving Jess to a chair next to us. I want her to sit next to me, but nooooooo. Zayn and Niall occupied either side of me, shouting at the game I was only half-focused on.

My eyes darted to Jessica for a split-second, like they have been for the past 20 minutes. Now I know what the plus side of this situation is. She looks so cute in her pajamas, well, more like sweats but it's all the same.

"Shut up, you... you... Canadian," Niall hissed at her, moaning in frustration as I easily blocked the ball from his virtual player's attempt at a goal.

"What's wrong with Canadians?" Jessica sassed. If Canadians were all like you, then I believe the answer to that question would be: absolutely nothing.

"Uh, moose. Moose. Leaf. Maple syrup. Hockey. Leaf. Hockey. Moose. Maple syrup, eh?" the Irish lad blurted random words, a sly smirk forming on his face.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Zayn interjected while Eliza giggled. A lot of people seemed to be questioning Niall lately. But that's a whole other story compared to Zayn's metaphors.

"I'm speaking her language, duh," he explained as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. Jessica snorted then started her counter attack.

"Leprechaun. Potato. Alcohol. Potato. Pubs. Ginger. Leprechaun. Pot of gold. Alcohol. Alcohol. Ginger. Alcohol."

"Ouch, that hit me straight in the heart," Niall replied blankly, "You know, I also thought Canadians were also supposed to be kind." I rolled my eyes, getting tired of this game and wanting to be a part of the conversation. Luckily, only two minutes remained before I was declared the winner.

"So are the Irish," Jessica remarked. Niall started to say something, but his comment was cut off by her phone ringing. He let out a sigh of defeat that lasted only a second before he was screaming at the Tv again.

While stealing the ball from Niall's player, once again, Jessica stood up from her chair and began walking towards the hallway. "Where do you think you're going?" Eliza asked, voicing my exact thoughts. Actually, no. I was thinking something more similar to, "Come make out with me."