The Second Time Around

Chapter Twenty-Nine

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Chapter Twenty-Nine (Lucy’s Perspective)

“Louis. What are you doing?” I ask him as he attempts to balance my laptop on his head.

“I honestly have no idea,” He sighs. “I literally have never been this bored in my life.”

“Why don’t you help me then?” I reach over and poke him in the stomach with my index finger. He flinches and reaches up to catch my laptop before it falls off of his head. He sets it down on the mattress before sticking his tongue out at me childishly.

“What does sweetheart need help with now?” He jokes, smirking at me. I bat my eyelashes at him and take a preparatory breath.

“I need help planning something for Harry’s birthday and our one-month anniversary in a couple of weeks!” I exclaim, flopping back onto the mattress.

“Oh… I completely forgot how fast that was coming up…” He trails, falling back next to me and running his hands over his face.

“Wanna go to the mall with me?” I suggest, rolling onto my side to face him. He watches me out of the corner of his eye before sighing.

“Sure…” I clap my hands together excitedly and plant a kiss on his cheek. He squirms away from me and wipes it off as soon as I pull away. I give him and offended look and he grins cheekily before pulling me to him and kissing the top of my head and pushing me away and out of bed.

“Come on, he’s going to be back from golfing with Niall soon and I want to be gone before he gets back so he won’t get the urge to join us. ‘Cause, you know, that’ll kind of ruin the point of us going,” I say, the corner of my mouth tugging up as Louis rolls his eyes and chuckles under his breath.

“Alright, alright,” He groans, finally rolling off of the bed and following me out the door.

As soon as we get in his car, he snatches the auxiliary cord from my hopeful fingers and starts playing a song I don’t immediately recognize.

“What is this?” I ask, furrowing my eyebrows in concentration.

“Breezeblocks by alt-J. You should see the music video, it’s sick,” Louis adds appreciatively.

“I will later,” I promise him, leaning back into the seat of his Range Rover and closing my eyes to listen to the song without distractions. It has an eerie edge to it. I really like it.

Once at the mall, Louis places his hands on his hips after getting out of the car and stares at me expectantly.

“Where d’you want to go?” He asks.