Holiday with the Tomlinsons

•twenty two•

l o u i s

Honestly, yesterday was the best birthday I've ever had. Even better than the many birthdays I've spent with the boys. Evalynn is just so amazing and I'm so crazily in love with her (and all her little things (; ). I know we still have another week to go, but I really hate thinking about waking up without her next to me. We've only been dating for a week but I've known her and loved her for so much longer. She's closer to me than any childhood best friend ever was (not that I've had any of those since the band came about). No relationship compares to this one. 

The boys and I aren't on tour so when I go home I'll have absolutely nothing to do and no one to spend all that time with: That terrifies me. I always seem to get more depressed when I'm alone in the flat. I can only hope that Evie is enjoying herself enough now to want the time we spend together in person to exceed the two weeks we're here at my parents' house. Things would be a lot less depressing if Evie and I lived in a flat together though...

No. There's no way she'd do that. I mean yeah I know she loves me and all but like I said before its only been a week. I can only hope that some day we will live together, though. There's really no one I'd rather spend my life with. 

Whatever, I want to enjoy this next week with her, especially today because its my favorite holiday, CHRISTMAS!!!!!!

Evalynn stays in bed while I go downstairs to make us a special breakfast. I've been making her various types of eggs for the past week so to change things up a bit, I'll make pancakes. Well, that and my parents aren't home to stop me. If they knew I was trying this again after almost burning down the house the first time, I'd be thrown our of this place faster than you can say Nandos."

Come on, Louis. If you can sell out stadiums around the world, surely you can make some pancakes for your girlfriend.

e v a l y n n

I look up at the clock on my phone screen and realize that 20 minutes have passed since Lou left to make us the breakfast which usually takes him 10. I also notice a strange smell coming from downstairs... smoke?

I rush down the stairs as quickly as my short legs will take me and am immediately greeted by massive clouds of smoke coming from the kitchen. When I get in there, I see a shirtless Louis at the stove completely surrounded by burnt pancake and batter. I cant help but laugh at this. 

"Mr. Pop Star can sell out theaters around the globe but he can't make some simple pancakes?" 

Louis rolls his eyes and I turn off the stove. "That's enough cooking for you today, mister," I say as I grab my coat from the coat rack. "Come on, we're going to breakfast." 

Louis follows me looking defeated. We leave to door to the kitchen open as well as some windows so that his parents wouldn't have a heart attack when they got back home. As we get in the car, I mumble, "Looks like we know who's going to be doing the cooking back home..."

Thankfully, I'm pretty sure Louis doesn't hear me. I don't want to scare him off by moving too fast. Then again, the way things have been going over the past week, I don't think I'm too far off.

Ugh, I need food in me. Screw you Louis for making me eat like a normal person.