Mr. & Mrs. Tomlinson

♥ Chapter 22 ♥

Chapter 22: This would definitely be #1 on my most embarrassing moments while traveling around the world. 

        “So,” my best friend quirked up her eyebrow while she bit her lower lip. 

        I bit the inside of my cheek nervously as I tried to look anywhere but her. We were walking a few feet behind the boys around the busy yet enchanting streets of Monte Carlo. The flighty feeling I feel right now seemed overcome by anxiousness since my best friend is pressing me onto details of what happened last night. 

        It’s not like something deep happened last night, I mean – we kissed! Like an actual kiss! And I was actually waiting for it to finally happen and when it did, I can’t help the heavy hammering of my heart as I think about it. I can’t even control myself form comparing how I felt with Ryder before, because it’s seriously nothing like this. Nothing like how Louis makes me feel. It’s quite strange, yet I’m left yearning for a replay. 

        I was cut off my trance with Lake’s shoulder bumping mine, “are you going to tell me or you’d prefer keeping it to yourself, which isn’t what best friends do,” she pouted and patted her chest as if the heart inside her ribcage is falling off. 

        “Alright,” I blew a strand of hair covering my eye and sighed heavily. Why do I suddenly feel nervous? I wasn’t like this when I shared all my great doings with Ryder so why now? 

        “You know what? Let’s get some girls day out, what ‘a say?” 

        I think I would love that. 

        After informing Louis and Zayn about what we wanted to do as girls, they joked about it for a little while and I tell you, it isn’t those ‘good’ jokes. They joked that maybe when we get back to New York, Lake and I will be all over each other on the hallway and claim ourselves as lesbians. 

        They have such knocked up brains. 

        “Well, be sure you give me my wife back okay?” Louis reminded Lake and the latter just rolled her eyes. “I could say the same to you Morgan,” Zayn chimed with a wicked grin crawling up his face. I have to admit, Lake got herself some bad boy of a boyfriend, and damn he’s one gorgeous guy. 

        I didn’t quite notice that before, just now. 

        “Yeah, whatever.” Lake and I replied in unison. 

        We found this small café with flowery designs all over and it’s quite empty, which is fit to my liking because we seriously have a lot to catch up on with my best friend and this cozy cute French café just does it’s purpose. 

        I found an empty cubicle with a round table at the center surrounded with absolutely; incredibly soft foams, which make us sit Indian style. I went to sit down and immediately savored the great feeling of my butt touching the soft foam. I think I look like a really stupid weird girl right now. It’s a good thing this café didn’t have a lot of customers to see such a creepy girl like me.