Louis POV
I ate the last of my cereal, scraping the bowl with my spoon before putting it in the dishwasher. "Bye Princess!" I kissed Phoebe on the cheek, but she was deep in concentration, her little tongue sticking out as she wiggled the pink pencil back and forth. Neither she nor Daisy was old enough to be at school yet, so whilst Daisy was probably still in bed, Phoebe would always come down and keep me company whilst I ate my breakfast. If I was early, I'd join in with her colouring but unfortunately today I didn't have time.
"Bye Mum," I called up the stairs. Dad had already left for work and Lottie and Fizz were getting ready for school. I grabbed my denim jacket off a hanger and my bags from by the front door.
"Bye honey, have a good day!" She blew kisses whilst leaning over the banister.
"Text me if you need me to pick up anything," I grinned back, opening the front door and stepping out. I put one arm into my jacket sleeve, noticing it was really cold this morning.
At the end of the drive I could see Allie running comically across the grass, her hair was swaying down her back and a scarf was trailing along behind her, loosely looped around her neck. Why was she in such a rush? And why was she walking to school?
"Allie!" I called, louder than necessary since we were the only people around. She turned around and saw me, but for some reason I was flapping my arms around desperately trying to get her attention, I quickly brought them down to my sides. She looked down at the ground…did she not want to talk to me?
"Hey Louis!" She replied, lifting her free hand in acknowledgement before running it through her glossy hair.
"Do you need a lift?" I said hesitantly. What a stupid thing to ask, of course she bloody does. Else she wouldn't be running to school you idiot. I frowned at my inner monologue…
"Please," she nodded. "I overslept, you can probably tell…" she continued, laughing. She lifted her arms doing a little twirl; no other girl could look that good at 8:15 in the morning. She had skinny black jeans on with the woolly scarf, a blue vest top that brought out her eyes and a light grey cardigan that was only half on, sliding down one shoulder and pulled over her fist. She had cute little boots on without the laces done up, flying in all directions as she walked.
I readjusted both my book and rugby bag, moving them to just one shoulder and started walking closer towards her with no idea of what I was about to do. When I looked at her close up I noticed a scattering of freckles across the bridge of her tiny nose. Her hair was damp and beginning to go wavy as it dried. She was biting her lip slightly, looking really sexy. I took her bag, and put it on my empty shoulder. I was a little frightened of what words my mouth were about to produce.
"You look as lovely as ever," I winked. Not bad Tommo. Her cheeks blushed a beautiful rosy pink whilst my hand got a mind of its own and reached to pull her cardigan back over her shoulder. My knuckles brushed over her soft, smooth skin briefly before she shivered. Shit... I totally scared her. I'M SUCH A CREEPER. I started to worry a little before I noticed her perfect teeth chatter a little. Oh thank God, she was just cold.
I stood there awkwardly before realising I was being a bit of a douche making her stand and talk to me in the freezing cold. I spontaneously rubbed my hands on her arms in an attempt to warm her up; they seemed so big compared to her small frame. I just wanted to shield her; she seemed so fragile and weak. I liked the idea of protecting her and after all I had saved her multiple times with the maths book, the lunch card and now this. I smiled at the idea of 'rescuing' her.
"Come on then, hop in!" I all but threw our bags in the back seat, eager to open the door for her.
"Oooh, what a gentleman!" She spoke quietly, letting out the most endearing little giggle. She slid in elegantly and I shut the door behind her gently. Only the best for the best I thought to myself.
