SPACES [Editing]

The Line

Song of the chapter:

- Ears and Rhymes by December Avenue
- From The Dining Table by Harry Styles

Quick reminder: These isn't just one scenario. There are cuts, which means that they happen on different days.

This honestly wasn't how I pictured this chapter plot-wise, but I just let my writer's instincts work for me on this one.

This is all about Louis's feelings and you're probably already tired of it so I put in a little smut in here hehe

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Louis Tomlinson

"You do know that we can't keep them forever, right?" I asked Harry while we were feeding the piglets.

"I'm actually sending them back next week," he pouted like a child, cradling one of them in his arms.

I'm just going to pretend like I'm not dying of how cute he is right now.

"Back where?"

"France. My friend has a farm in a small town there. He has many other types of animals. They'd be happier there." He looked at them fondly.

"Was that what you did? Somewhere else? I thought you just stayed in Paris?"

"Most of the time, I did. But then I needed a little break, so I drove outside the city. I needed a change of scenery." He put the piglet down and and I followed as he walked to the side of the pool.

"I was actually wondering though, what you were doing there. I mean at the time I didn't know you were there for business. I thought you were just lounging in fancy hotels with a fine champagne and pastries."

"Well the business part of it technically was just three days, you'd be surprised. And I was lounging in fancy hotels with wine. Not champagne because I got free quality wine from my friend. I did a lot of boring shit, actually.

There were times when I'd play with myself 'cause I was bored, and then I'd be drunk by noon. I've honestly never felt less cool. Also pastries, 'cause I know a good baker around that area." He said casually like Paris was a city that he really knew by heart.

"By good pastries... you should mean anything but those toasts with fucking avocados on 'em?"

"What's wrong with avocados?!" He answered defensively and I mindlessly fonded over his cuteness.

"You like them, don't you? Those fuckin' avocados on toasts. The trendiest food of all time!" I complained.

It's like... you tag them in a picture, and everyone just eats it and everyone feels the need to let the world know? I've tried it. Tastes exactly like it looks.

"Okay you've always been like this with avocados—"

"They do piss me off, avocados. Payno used to have them every morning and I just... just have a cuppa tea, you know what I mean!"

"I do get what you mean; I'm not into that fad, but they're healthy. I like them. Not on toasts, but let people eat what they wanna eat! I let you eat whatever you want, right?"

"You do, but I can't believe I married someone who's into hipster food. I'm judging my past decisions now." I shrugged.

"Hipster food?" He raised his eyebrow at me.

"I said what I said," I told him. "Your clothes are also hipster. Cool hipster. Not the type of hipster that just pretends to be cool like I'm all that. That's a compliment, by the way. Just on your clothes."