True - Louis Tomlinson (Sequel to 30 days with Niall Horan)

2. Lemon, Lime and Laxatives

Chapter two: Lemon, lime and laxatives

Waking up on the first day of holidays, with the year 12 rush out of the way I looked over to my clock and it was 10:04 am. The freedom of not having to worry about school and sleep in was amazing. I got into the steaming hot shower and just stood there for 10 minutes before washing my hair. I am definitely loving this free time thing. When I got out of the shower I checked my phone to see if anyone had texted me, but to be honest no one really does but Lou. Yay! A text! He’s probably texting me saying there’s no food at his house and he’s popping over.

From: Lou

I have a surprise for you! Text me when you’re up so I can show you!

To: Lou

Okay! You can wander over now!

I quickly slipped on some jeans and a tank top with my nice warm buggies and walked out into the kitchen to make Lou and I a hot strawberry, its strawberry quick, but warm, and it’s his favourite. I put them in our special cups we made when we were little; one Lou painted for me and painted me, and one I painted for him of him. We’ve been best friends for as long as I can remember, so we’ve picked up little habits over the years.

Lou let himself in, mum even gave him a key he’s practically a part of the furniture at my house.

“So what’s my surprise?” I asked taking a sip. It was so warm, and sweet.

“Grab your coat!” He replied taking a sip of his. I walked into my room grabbing my jumper and coat slipping on the jumper before walking out to see Lou devouring my drink as well.

“Louis Tomlinson did you just drink my tea?” I said in an over exaggerated British accent, which sounds so funny to Lou and I because we are British.

“It appears I have darling, I apologize for the inconvenience.” He bowed grabbing his coat with his free hand like a dress.  I walked outside to find two bags of lemons and two t-shirts with life written on them.

“You didn’t!” I laughed at him as he grabbed the t-shirts and chucked one to me pushing me inside before taking off his coat and t-shirt before putting on the “Life” one.  I waddled off into my bedroom putting the t-shirt on and my coat over it. Walking out into the lounge Louis has his hands on his hips, proud of his “Life” t-shirt.

“I made them myself!”

“No you didn’t.”

“You’re right I got my sister to do it…”

“Knew it! What made her do it?”

“I promised to help her with her chores…”

“Sucked in!”

“You have to help too!”

“Naww…” So we jumped into his car and drove up to the closest shopping centre. Where we walked around for hours offering people lemons, people laughed at us like we were idiots, which we are really, just a little bit of fun. Then mum rang me telling me dinner was ready and I was starving because I hadn’t eaten all day, so I dragged Lou who was holding some chick’s baby home with me – giving the baby back first of course.

Mum had cooked Lasagne and my little brother Tom was at the table already in his highchair and my little sister Abbey was sitting next to him. Abbey was so pretty, she’s in year 8 so she’s 13 years old, she has long dark brown hair and it’s naturally dead straight but it’s perfect because curls stay in if she wants curls, she hand dark brown eyes that are so pretty. Her eyelashes extend for miles! When she wears mascara she looks like a beautiful princess, she doesn’t need much make up at all, well she doesn’t at all. Then there’s me, an ugly potato.

 Lou stayed for dinner like he does most nights and even helped me with the washing up singing some random song.

“I’m telling you, you should go on some TV show for singing! You’re amazing!”

“No I’m not!”

“Uh yeah you are. And that’s final.”

“If I’m amazing then you’re beautiful.”

“That’s different.”

“How?”

“Because I’m a girl and I’m always right!”

“Playing that card are we?”

“It’s my favourite.” Later we sat down to watch some TV and Lou decided to just stay over because he couldn’t be bothered walking home so he’s now sleeping in my bed with me, and he kicks. Mum doesn’t really care that he sleeps over because we’ve been friends for so long she knows nothing will happen, no matter how much I want it to. Louis would never ever be into me, he’s always into the beautiful girls like Beth.

“Hey Sydney.”

“What?”

“Where did you put my toothbrush?”

“It’s in the drawer where it always is! You idiot.” Yes, he even has his own toothbrush here, he brought it here once, and left it here and just bought another one for his house and now he has one at both. I swear he’s even taking over half of my wardrobe. I got into my pyjamas and jumped into bed and when Lou finally finished in the bathroom he jumped in the other side in his “life” t-shirt and underwear, he even bought these boxers once, with a joystick on the pouch part thing and it said “Play with me” on them, I couldn’t help but laugh, he wore them over his jeans for an entire day once.

We lay in bed talking about all the stupid things we did in school, like when we super glued money to the ground and watch people try to pick it up, or when we put vegemite on the black toilet seat, or when we put sticky tape on the back half of the tap so that the water sprayed onto the person. There was this one girl, that was a massive bitch to everyone in school, so Lou and I decided to teach her a lesson, we bought some laxatives in the form of chocolate (makes you… poop…) and gave her four because we felt like “being nice” when the prescription is two or something, and there are 10 in a packet so Lou decided to eat the rest. After school we saw her run to her mum’s car yelling at her to start the car!

The next day I saw him walking up to my house and her just randomly turned around and started walking back home, after about 15 minutes he was back and he had actually shit himself walking to my house, I just lost it laughing at the idiot. I fell asleep cuddling up to Louis, mainly because he stole the quilt and it was freezing, and partly because it was so comfortable.