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

8. Icerinks

Chapter eight: Icerinks

I made Lou pancakes with Daisy and Pheobè, letting them mix the bowl and pour in the flower, they were wearing these super cute aprons Pheobè in the one that had Pheobè written on it in pink and Daisy in the one with Daisy written on it in yellow! When I had finished cooking the pancakes, and little pikelets for Daisy and Pheobè my little helpers I put them onto a tray with orange juice! I put maple syrup and cream on his because I knew he liked it and jam on the twins.

Walking into Lou’s room trying not to spill the juice, putting the tray down so I could lift the twins onto the bed, whispering telling them not to move or they’d wake Lou. So they sat on the end of the bed not moving .

“Ready… Steady… GO!” and the twins jumped onto Lou waking him up with a jump almost pushing the twins off the bed.

“Good morning my beautifuls.” Lou yawned stretching out in every possible direction, with his feet sticking out from the quilt.

“We made you breakfast didn’t we girls?”

“YEP!”

“Oh! Yum! Thank you!” I handed over the tray and the girls sat either side of him, eating their pancakes too.  “So I was thinking we could go out today.”

“And do what?”

“I don’t know, what do normal couples do on dates?”

“I don’t know, watch movies eat dinner at a restaurant

“Okay, so that means we’re going ice skating and I’m taking you on a picnic on the beach!”

“Oh really?”

“Yep!”

“Sounds like fun. Do I have to do the picnic food?”

“No, mum already agreed to doing it last night.”

“Sounds good.”

“Wear something warm.”

“No shit.” I laughed. Helping the girls off the bed, and urging them out holding the empty tray in one hand, dumping it in the sink and turning the tap on hot. Washing the dishes before dragging myself back to Lou’s room. He was dancing to something on his Ipod, doing some “Stop the traffic” and “Pat the dog, and screw the light bulb” walking around the room looking for clothes. “Just wear some jeans and a jumper.” He continued searching through his drawers looking for something to wear, not hearing what I was saying. So I walked up to him pulling the headphone out of his ear and whispering “Just wear some jeans and a jumper, idiot.”

“Okay. Only if you wear nothing.” He winked.

“Ha. Ha. Ha. Not funny.”

“I wasn’t being funny.” He grabbed me around the waist pulling me closer so I was looking up at the stubble on his chin, looking so sexy. He kissed me on the forehead, before saying “ You know you’re so beautiful I’ve always thought it.”

“You always say it.”

“I would never lie to you.”

“And I wouldn’t lie to you.”

“Do you love me?” Did I love Lou? We’d only been going out for one day, but I had been mentally dating him for like a year. I know everything about him, I know all his little secrets, and all his stupid habits, and I knew every little detail about him. Of course I loved Lou, he’s been my whole life forever. We were best friends.

“Do you love me?”

“I asked first… But…” Jo knocked on the door walking in with Lou’s superman underwear. “Mum! Way to ruin the moment.”

“What moment?”

“This one!”

“Whatever.” She said putting his clothes away before leaving the room.

“I still can’t believe that one; you still have those superman underwear, and two; your mum still puts away your clothes for you.”

“Does that change your answer?”

“Not at all.” I kissed him quickly before grabbing my dress and walking into the bathroom. It was freezing in there I could feel the goose bumps all over become mountains. Putting on my stockings and dress all over again before re-emerging out into the nice, heated bedroom. Where Lou was standing like superman, in his blue jeans and t-shirt, and his superman underwear over top. Wow he was cool. “You’re cool.”

“You know it.”

“You are taking those off aren’t you?”

“I need the extra warmth!” I gave him that disapproving look that always made him give in. “Fine!”

“Good boy.”

“Yay! Do I get a reward?” He winked sliding the underwear off.

“Yep, you get to be seen with me in public.”

“Woo!” He said sarcastically, pulling me out to the car which was colder than the bathroom.

“Crank the heater!”

Here’s something you should probably know, I was actually born in Australia and we moved over here when I was about 3 so I kind of have the accent because I learnt my words from mum who has an Australian accent but I have also mixed it with a British accent because I spend so much time around Lou and all my friends and school, so I still have occasional words and phrases that might only be said in Australia.

“Okay mate!” Lou said in an equally as Australian accent. His was so cute, mine’s just, not. “I love when you go Australian on me, it’s so cute.”

“Not!”

“Whatever, I think it’s cute.” He smiled at me, grabbing my hand that was resting on my leg, squeezing it slightly. 

“Shoe size?” The cute little girl at the shoe part of the arena asked.

“7” I answered. She walked off to get the skates and some lady said I had small feet, and I talked to her for a while, waiting for Lou to get his. I usually hated skating because it always gave me massive blisters. But today I was going skating with Lou, and it was a little different, maybe because I know that we’re only going to be here for about an hour before going home to a nice cosy warm house.

I skated around holding Lou’s hand occasionally, more like, clinging, or when he’s off being a show off, I’m clinging to the sides like a little child holds onto tables when it can’t yet walk. Lou did spins and he sped around the rink about 10 times before I did once, I’m not exactly the best at balancing, let alone skating.

I’m kind of like Bella Swan in that new twilight “Don’t let me fall” Haha.

When we finally got off that stupid ice, I kicked off the skates and examined my tortured feet. I have 2 blisters on both feet and ones already popped. My feet were not made for skating.