Yours (Louis Tomlinson)

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Phoebe's POV

I wave goodbye to the little girl as she and her mother exit the shop. Louis is smiling at them before his face shifts uncomfortably. What has him all confused? He looks down at his feet before walking toward me. I flip open the sales book and write down the sale. I have to remember to put some cash in the register to make up for giving that girl that book. I open my wallet and stick some cash in.

"So, that was fun." Louis says and I smile. I fill out the rest of the paper and flip to count how many total sales we have had. I begin looking down the list.

"Hey so I plan on visiting mum and sisters this weekend." He says and I nod.

"That's good." I say and keep counting.

"Yeah, she's so excited to see me and at Christmas all she talked about was how happy she was I found someone." He says. I smile again, but keep counting the book sales. I finish it and find that we've sold around thirty so far. That's actually really good for us. I grin.

"So, I was, well-"

"Hey we sold thirty books this week! Nice, right?" I say and he looks a bit shocked.

"What?" I ask.

"Nothing, Phoebe." He says. I go back to flipping though the book and sign at the bottom of the page so Dean won't think he has to do this. He's been in early lately because he likes to give me the afternoon off. I look up and see Louis resting on his elbows, staring up at me. Why is he looking at me like that? I laugh under my breath and he kisses my nose.

"You're so weird. Get out." I say and he shrugs.

"If you say so..." He trails off and walks down one of the aisles. He sighs deeply in the back of the store and I trace his footsteps. I didn't bother seeing which was he turned, so I just take a right and hope for the best. I see he isn't up the next aisle but before I can turn I'm grabbed by my waist and pulled onto him. I squeal and feel him chuckle against me.

"Louis! You gave me a heart attack. You scared me." I breathe out and he continues to hold me close. I feel a kiss on my cheek and I grin.

"I love you." He mumbles into my hair and I turn red. I'm still not used to that.

"I love you." I say, turning my head to kiss him.

"Now, what's up with you?" I ask. He has been a bit funny. Suddenly he gets a bit awkward and looks kind of sick.

"Louis, snap out of it." I say and he nods.

"Right, sorry. I was just wondering if, well you don't have to, I'm not trying to pressure you into this, but-"

"Louis I'll go with you this weekend, don't worry." I cut him off. He looks really confused and I start to laugh.

"How did you even know?" He asks.

"Harry called me. He said that you were really nervous about it and not to make fun of you." I say. He frowns and I grab his face in my hands, pointing it at me.

"I think it's kind of cute that you were nervous about it and that's all the mushy crap you're going to get out of me. Savor it." I say and he laughs.

"You say that a lot lately." He points out. My face must be funny because he laughs.

"What was that face for?" He asks.

"You're turning me to mush." I say and he laughs harder. I hear the front door open and I quickly go to a shelf, acting like I'm not having fun with Louis.

"Beep?" It's Dean.

"Hey Dean! We're back here!" I say. He comes down the row and looks around. I get a hug then give one back.