Ditto || l.p

Ch.18- icecream

"See, I knew ice cream would help your mood," Liam chuckles softly, dipping his already-broken plastic spoon into his Oreo ice cream.

"Yeah, you really know how to fix a girl's heart," I roll my eyes and lick the top of my vanilla cone.

"I've had my practice," he shrugged with a smug grin.

"So you're saying you've been with an extravagant amount of girls?" I challenge, stealing a bite of his Oreo dessert.

"Well, no, actually. A total of like, 3 long-term relationships. And they all sucked." He bit the inside of his lip, staring down at the ground. I knew he was thinking about her. "Well, they didn't suck till the end."

"Quick fire! Favourite artist or artists ever, go," I aim my cone in his direction as a microphone.

"Justin Timberlake," he says quickly, eyes wide with sudden excitement.

"Wrong answer. The correct reply should have been '5 Seconds of Summer', you failed." I shrugged, faking sympathy.

"We're touring with them in like 2 weeks," he answers. The cone slipped from my hands, landing on the table.

I slowly raised my head to look at Liam and narrowed my eyes. "What..?"

"Yeah, we toured with them last year too. They're fun lads," he laughs, but this was no laughing matter.

"Dude, the jealousy I have towards you is unbelievable right now." I stared at him in awe, wondering how he could get so lucky.

"I'm guessing you like them, then?" he questions, his lips curling into a lop-sided smile.

"No. I fucking love them, Liam. Like, you don't understand what I would do to meet them. They're my all time favourite people- I can't believe Harry didn't tell me this!"

"I thought my band was number one?" he just his bottom lip out and my insides screamed. If only I could have those lips as my own.

"Number 2?" I smile nervously, holding up two fingers.

"I can probably take you to meet them," he shrugs with a small laugh.

"Oh God, don't say that. I'm not ready to hear those words," I close my eyes and shake my head.

"Ashley May, are you a fangirl?" By the look on his face, I could tell I was entertaining Liam with my actions.

"No. I don't fangirl, I'm punk rock."

"Babe, you're nothing close to punk rock. You're like a little princess," he says with a grin, taking my hand in his and holding it as one would a princess.

I ripped my hand away and shook my head, "Princesses are over-rated."

He chuckled softly, then asked, "Who's your favourite member?"

"CALUM," I came close to screaming, and Liam jumped in his seat at my little outburst. "Sorry."

"Jesus, you're loud," he mumbled, glancing around the room to make sure no one was staring in our direction.

"I got excited, sorry," I whisper and press my lips together to prevent more blurts.

"Why do you apologize so much? You haven't even done anything that needs apologizing for," Liam frowns.

"Habit," I shrug and finish off my ice cream cone. "Do you wanna get out of here?"

"Yeah," he chuckles and we both stand up from the uncomfortable plastic chairs.

"Mummy! Look, look! It's Liam!" We both turned our heads in the direction of the tiny voice. A young girl and her mother were sat in the booth next to us, having their own ice cream break.