The way she Laughs (Louis Tomlinson FanFiction)

Together... forever?

Thank you to the person who corrected my French! Thank you, I’m terrible at French, and you’re probably a mega genius at it so thank you very, very much (Probably just become smarter overnight!), dedication goes to @ ambermeganjones for getting it right! The quote was from doctor who! (It was also from ICarly, so I give a high five to however said that (:

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“No.”

“Why not?” Louis asked.

“No.”

“Oh come on! What’s wrong with it?”

“First of all, It’s a hideous pink colour, second of all it’s like a band aid it’s so small! That is utterly ridiculous. I cannot believe you suggested this.”

“Molly, It’s just a-“

“It’s not even a dress! Don’t say that!”

He sighed and placed the dress back on the rack of clothing. “Ok then, what would you suggest?”

I squared my shoulders and flipped through the dresses, too yellow, to short, too ugly, too gnagsta, too old-fashioned, too long, too sparkly, too- ah!

“What about this?” I suggested, “Hey Nat! Lucy! Come over here!”

Louis inspected the dress and raised his eyebrows. “Not bad, if you’re into the colour white.”

I had to stop myself from hitting him. “Of course it’s white you idoit! What did you expect it to be – neon yellow?”

“That would be.. Awesome!”

Boys. I thought with a sigh, you just can’t win.

Nat inspected the dress, “Not bad, It might clash with my dress though. Lucy?”

“White. White. White.” Louis said with a grimace. “Why not have some colour?”

“It’s a wedding.” Said Harry, rolling his eyes. “Not a Spice Girls Concert!”

“Thank you, Harry!” I said, smiling at him. “Finally, someone understands me!”

“I like it.” Lucy said with a satisfied smile. “But maybe we could add a blue sash or something.”

“Ha!” said Louis, poking me. “See? She likes colour!”

“Actually, Lucy has a point.” Harry said, not looking at the dress. “Mhmm. Blue could work.”

“Now, You’re being biest.” Nat said.

“What?” Harry said casually. “She is Lucy, ruler of the Universe and several galaxies.”

Lucy smiled. “I’ve trained you well.”

“Actually.” Louis interrupted. “I think Molly could give Lucy a run for her money.”

I look at him surprised, and out of the corner of my eyes I see Nat shoot Lucy a knowing grin.

“I mean, think about it.” Louis says. “Have you ever met anyone who does a better I’m-the-queen-of-the-world-and-nothing-will-get-in-my-way impersonation?”

“Actually.” Harry objects. “Lucy can be quiet a scary drunk.”

Lucy’s eyes go wide and she marches up to harry angrily. “How do you know I’m a scary drunk? You’ve never seen me drunk!”