The next morning Bellie and I woke up, still on the couch from our movie night the previous evening.
"Uuugggghhhh." She said stretching from a very uncomfortable looking position.
"Morning Izzykinz." I grinned, using the nickname her mom called her. She grunted, and sat up looking very...morningy.
"Shut it Tommo." she retaliated with her childhood pet name for me.
"Oooo, feisty this morning, aren't we?" I teased cheekily. she threw a pillow at me before falling back down onto the couch. I scrambled over and sat next to her, stroking her hair.
"What time is it?" She asked into a pillow.
"Uhmm," I started, giving myself time to glance at my watch. "10:30." I told her. She grunted again.
"I'm supposed to meet Zayn for lunch at 11." She groaned. "What am I going to wear? Or say? What am I going to do with my hair? What about my makeup?" She rambled. I sighed and stood up, almost knocking her the floor an causing her to grunt again.
"Well, we should get started then." I said, picking her up in a cradle-like fashion and began walking to her bedroom. She looked up at me, her eyes shining.
"You'll help me?" She asked.
"What else are best friends for?" I replied, dumping her face first on her clothes covered bed. She was still for about 10 seconds before standing up and starting to jump up an down on the bed, knocking piles of clothes to the floor.
"Yippeee! Tommo is gonna help me pick out an outfit for my daaattttee!" She sang shrilly and happily, like a four year old.
"Ouch!" I exclaimed, pretending to clutch my ears in pain. She laughed an lanched herself onto my back. I rolled my eyes and threw her back onto the bed.
"Go make yourself useful and make some food." I said, wanting a few minutes alone so I could pick some clothes for her.
"Fine." she said, finally somewhat serious. She flounced out of the
room and I began shifting through her clothes. When she came back 3 minutes later with a plate of toast, I had a suitable outfit prepared.
"Go shower." I commanded, somewhat forcefully, while munching on the toast. She obeyed, and was soon back in the room, smelling like cinnamon. I handed her the outfit. White shorts and a white and blue striped halter top with a white and gold rope belt.
We went into the bathroom and I blow dried her long blond hair, then straightened it so that it hung down to her waist. She put on a light, natural looking layer of make-up and then was on her way. She kissed my cheek on her way out the door.
"Thanks Tommo. I love you."
"Love you too Bells." I smiled, toast in my teeth. "Good luck."
"Eww." She laughed. "And thanks, but I'm not going to need it. I know it's going to be perfect."
"I hope so." I said genuinely and pushed her out the door.
When she left, I pulled out my cellphone and Harry's number. It dialed, and he picked up on the 2nd ring.
"Hey." He breathed, in a sexy, morning voice way.
"Hey, it's Louis.." I replied.
"Lou!" He yelped, sounding suddenly very awake. I chuckled.
"Good morning." I said cheekily.
"Morning." He replied happily,
"What's up?"
