Change My Mind: Book Three Of One Direction Series (Louis Tomlinson Fanfic)

Ready, Set, But Not Go

Louis' POV

I dropped by the mart to get some food for Summer, who unusually is craving for pickles. For the first time, she was craving that thing that I couldn't stand the most. If that was carrots, I might buy a sack of it and act like a bunny for a day.

I walked through the aisles, looking for the section where the pickles are. As soon as I found it, I placed three jars of pickles in the basket and headed to the chips section. I found the section and took some chips that I and Summer like; Lays.

After getting some drinks and a dip, which is mayonaisse, I checked the items in the counter. The cashier was staring at me, and of course, she knows who I am, no doubt. I smiled at her as soon as everything was checked and packed out.

I immediately drove away from the mart, heading home. The mart wasn't just that far from the mansion and I arrived there in less than five minutes. As soon as I parked the car, I immediately headed inside. I found Summer, walking around the house.

"Hey, what are you doing?" I asked as I went to her and placed a kiss on her forehead and on her stomach. "Is there something wrong?"

She smiled. "Actually, there is none,"

I ushered her to the kitchen. I placed the paper bag that has the food that I bought inside, on the top of the counter. "You know that you should be resting,"

"I am bored and I am hungry," she groaned as she slowly took a seat. I helped her out. "Thanks," she smiled.

"Don't worry now. I bought what you asked me to eat." I told her. "Sorry it quite took long,"

"It's fine. No big deal," she answered as I took the food out from the bag. "Where are the other lads and ladies anyways?" she asks.

"I left them in the studio, telling them that I am running some errands for you. But, they'll be home soon," I answered as I handed the three jars of pickles to her. She stared at the pickles.

"There's a lot of them," she commented.

"In case if you run out of pickles," I told her with a chuckle. She just shrugged and opened one jar and started to eat.

"This is good,"

"Everything you eat tastes good you know," I told her, sitting beside her, opening a bag of Lays that I bought.

"I am pregnant Louis," she said. "I want to eat lots and lots and lots,"

I chuckled and shoved chips on her mouth. "I know. You want Lays?"

"You just shoved them in my mouth and I would love to," She mumbled and chewed on the Lays I shoved into her mouth. "I want more, please,"

"Eat the pickles first," I told her. She pouts and I laughed. "Okay, for you," I said and she smiled like a child and opened her mouth and put some chips on her mouth.

"Thank you babe," she mumbles as she munched the chips away. I gave her a kiss on her head and continued to eat. "You want pickles?"

"Nah," I said. "I dislike pickles,"

"You hate pickles?"

"Yes," I answered with a nod. "They're disgusting."

"Ewww, you hate pickles," she said. "I hate you,"

I shot her a look and pouted. "You don't mean that, don't you?" I asked

"I mean that," she told me before popping pickles on her mouth.

"Awww, you hate me? Then so be it. I'm leaving," I said as I stood up from my mouth. She just continued to eat.

"Whatever. I know you can't leave." She said. "And if you will? Then forget me and forget the baby, I'll leave too,"