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

3. What year is it?

Chapter three: What year is it?

I woke up thankful I had my sheets tucked in so tight because I was laying literally on the side of the bed, held in by the sheet, if the sheet wasn’t there I would be on the floor because Louis was sprawled on the bed taking up all the room. So much for a nice cuddle. I tried getting back up onto the bed but it was no use, so I just untucked the sheet letting myself plunk on the floor. I could hear mum clanking around in the kitchen because it was Sunday morning pancakes! I crawled across the floor into my bathroom and kicked the door shut behind me. Wishing I had those clap lights I begrudgingly stood up to turn on the light. Walking past my mirror I looked at myself and just thought ‘No.’ and turned on the shower. My hair looked like it was a bird’s nest and I looked like a panda from my mascara.

I put my hair into a messy bun, I’ll deal with that later and got into the shower, instantly feeling better.  I washed myself down, and washed my face so I no longer looked like a panda, just a potato, and got out drying myself and wrapping the towel around me before leaving the bathroom, forgetting Lou was still here. But he wasn’t he had already gotten up, probably to help mum. So I just put on some moron jeans and a long sleeved white top before dragging myself to the kitchen.

Lou was holding my little brother helping him with his milk while my sister was setting the table. I helped mum by taking over the cooking like I always did and she walked into the lounge to watch the news.  I cooked the pancakes perfectly and even made little ones for little Tom. I also did a smiley face for Lou, because he’s so mature and all, I used to do them for Abbey but she’s ‘too old’ now. 

I poured maple syrup over my pancake and plunked a big dollop of whipped cream on top, mixing them in together. Lou had already put some honey on Tom’s and the same as mine on his, and he was literally inhaling the food. While Abbey had lemon and sugar on hers, mum doesn’t eat breakfast, so she just started cleaning the kitchen.

“So what’s next on the bucket list?”

“We don’t have to go in order.” I laughed, his hair was almost as bad as mine was and he had slipped on a shirt and trackies before walking into the kitchen which is a relief.

“I know, but I think we should.”

“Okay, speak in an Irish accent for 24 hours.”

“That’s boring let’s do two!”

“What’s the time?” I turned around craning my neck to see the clock behind me, “11:25.” I started in the Irish accent. “We can stop at 11:25 tomorrow, and if we stuff up we have to start again!”

“What’s the next one?” Lou replied in an equally hilarious Irish accent.

“Uhhh…” I said checking the list on the fridge. “Run into a store and ask someone what year it is, then when someone says 2009 run out cheering.”

“Ohh sounds fun!”

“Can I come?” Abbey asked splashing her dishes into the sink.

“I thought you had your friend coming over today Abbey.” Mum cut in washing Abbey’s dish for her.

“Oh yeah, Rose. Sorry Lou and Syd, I guess you don’t get to be graced with my existence.”

“Bummer.”

Lou danced into my bedroom, in anticipation of getting changed; I swear he has his own wardrobe here too.  He walked out in a different outfit from yesterday so he must! He had some blue jeans on and a different hoodie. He hauled me out of the kitchen and into his car without me even finishing cleaning up, I shot an apologetic look at mum and followed Lou out.

He drove up to the shops, chattering on in an Irish accent about random stuff I wasn’t even paying attention to, I just nodded when I thought was the right time and laughed when he looked like he was joking around. When we finally arrived I didn’t even have the chance to undo my belt before Lou was saying “Don’t move” and opened my door for me like a gentleman.  He took off his jumper, because it was starting to warm up a little, and revealed a white button-up shirt with the sleeves rolled up and suspenders.

We decided that we would each do one shop. Lou went first, and it was completely silent in his before he charged in and broke the silence with “What year is it?!” and someone answered with “2009” and he ran out cheering and high fived me before we walked off to find our new shop to do it to. Lou just couldn’t shut up about every ones faces in the shop, apparently they were comical.

We approached a reasonably full shop, and I readied myself to charge into action, I had to remember not to forget my lines; I took a deep breath and ran into the shop. Everyone stopped and looked at me shocked. These faces were pretty comical, but I can’t wait to see what they look like after… “What year is it?!”

“Huh?” The shop assistant looked puzzled.

“What year is it?!”

“2009…”

“It worked!” I took on last look at everyone in the centre; they were just looking at me like I was a nut. Then I ran our cheering high fiving, the hysterically laughing Lou.

“Good job!” He continued laughing; apparently he could see their faces too.