Say You Love Me

Part 3

*Louis' POV*

I quickly run up to them, hoping that Y/N still hasn't said anything.

"Louis, what are you doing!" She scowls.

"I'm trying to protect you from this... stranger." I look at him, up and down.

"I'm not a stranger. I've been in this school for a while now." Liam says.

"Then why haven't I seen you anywhere!" I glare at him.

"We've been in the same class like, two times this year." He sighs.

I silence, and I look over at Y/N who is frowning. 

"Louis, I think you should go." She says.

"Fine." I scoff.

*Y/N's POV*

"I'm so sorry about him... He's not usually like this." I apologize to Liam.

"It's alright, I mean, I'm still going to go out with you tomorrow night, aren't I?" He smiles.

"Definitely."

~*~

The school day ends, and I meet up with Louis, and Kally.

"Sooo! How's Liam? Do you like him?" Kally asks, as soon as she sees me.

"Everything's amazing! He asked me out for tomorrow night!" I shriek.

"Blah, blah, blah." Louis says, doing the hand gesture where the pointer finger, middle finger, and the finger, moves up and down, tapping on the thumb, and the pinkie is just in the air. 

You know what I mean, right? 

"Louis, stop being so... un-supportive." Kally groans.

"I can't help it! Liam doesn't seem like someone we could-"

"You could, what?" Liam interrupts. 

"You don't seem like someone we could-" Louis continues.

"Okay! I think we should head home now... Kally and I are going to go... And... Liam, Louis, you two should talk. No fighting." I interrupt.

"Bye!" Kally smiles.

"Wait, no! Don't leave me with him." Louis whines.

"See you tomorrow." Liam smiles, giving me a hug.

"Bye, guys." I smile.

"Hurry, let's go. Like, now." I chuckle, pulling Kally away from the two boys.

*Louis' POV*

"So.." Liam starts.

"Don't talk to me," I scoff.

"Whatever, I'm going home." He says.

"Not if I go, first!" I run to the direction of my house.

I turn around, and I see Liam, close behind.

"Are you following me?" I accuse him.

"No, this just happens to be the same direction as my house." He shrugs.

"Well, aren't I lucky." I say sarcastically, rolling my eyes.

"You're lucky that you get to talk to someone as good looking as me." He laughs.

"Well, you're lucky that you get to talk to someone as fabulous as me- wait, no, don't talk to me. You're not worth my time." I smirk.