admiration [l.t]

iv

They end up watching one more movie upon Bella's request, much to Louis' disapproval, although he doesn't express it.

When the clock shows that it's five at night Louis finally stands from the couch to put on his shoes and hoodie. He's done watching movies, but he's not done hanging out with her. Bella stares at him in bewilderment, scared he's leaving her alone.

"What are you-"

"We," Louis emphasizes as he grabs his keys from the counter, motioning between the two of them, "are going out to eat."

"But I'm not dressed to go anywhere." She states shortly motioning to her attire. She's wearing grey sweatpants and a red t-shirt.

"Who cares, just thrown on a hoodie and jeans. That's what I'm wearing."

"That's different; guys can get away with that kind of stuff," she says through a sigh, falling back down onto the couch. She runs her fingers through her hair, something Louis already realizes she does when she's frustrated, and grabs a pillow, which she hugs to her chest. "And I don't have any money."

"I'm paying."

"It's freezing outside."

"We'll be inside."

"I hate you."

"I know."

She turns her head to look at Louis, who is tossing his keys back and forth between his hands, and lets out a groan. "Ugh, fine. But only because I like you, Tomlinson."

"You just said you hate me."

"Shut up."

Louis smiles in victory while she laughs at her mistake. He grabs her hand, pulling her up from the couch. "Go get dressed, me lady. I expect to see you in five minutes time."

"Don't talk like that or I'm going to sit back down and enjoy this buttery popcorn," Bella says as she smacks him in the arm and walks to her room to go change.

Thankfully she's ready in five minutes, taming her knotted hair into a ponytail and throwing on the outfit Louis suggested, and the two make their way out into the chilling atmosphere.

"So where are we going?"

"I don't know." Louis says with a smirk as he pays attention to the road in front of him.

Bella stares at him; half out of annoyance with him not telling her and half just because she likes to look him. You'd have to be blind to not enjoy the site beside her. He's definitely fit, there's no doubt about that, and his personality just adds to the charm.

She has to admit she's been enjoying their five minute conversations every day in the courtyard. In fact, she actually looks forward to him yelling her name from across the field now. So when Louis asked her out there was no hesitation in her answer despite whatever he may have thought. She wanted to get to know him more just as he wanted to do with her. She wanted to know why he loved reading no much and why he only wore his glasses in the store. She wanted to know what his favorite color was and what pissed him off.

But she didn't know how much she was going to reveal about herself. It's not like she has a terrible backstory that makes her cringe at the thought, she just doesn't generally let people into her life. There's no specific reason behind it either. It just scares her that someone may know more about her than she knows about herself.

"It's rude to stare, you know," Louis says from across the console, bringing Bella out of her thoughts. She didn't even realize she was still staring at him.

Blood rushes to her cheeks in embarrassment and she rests her head on her hand, looking out the window.

"So, Tomlinson, tell me a bit about yourself."

"Sorry love, but that's a conversation that must wait for the restaurant."

"Oh, so it's a restaurant."

"Not quite, Bella. Not quite." He looks over at her. "And I was lying about it not being outside."

[A/N; kinda a filler chapter]