Running Bases With You

Chapter 38

{unedited}

*Louis' POV*

I toss my controller to the side, huffing in frustration. I can't believe my girlfriend just beat me six times in a row on Halo. What the hell?

Annabeth sighs in satisfaction. "What did I tell ya, Lou?"

I pick my phone up to shoot her another message. Being on voice rest sucks, and struggling to type with only one hand only makes it worse. The stupid cast on my wrist is getting more and more annoying by the day, and I look forward to the day it comes off more than ever. Thankfully, I only have about a month left with it on, so I just have to grit my teeth and bare it until then I guess.

This is so embarrassing.. You up for a game of FIFA? I'm almost sure I can beat your ass at that. 😏

Annabeth reads the message, her eyebrows shooting up in surprise. She gives me the 'are you fucking kidding me' look before smiling. "Bring it on, Tommo!"

She puts the disk in and sits back down. I pick my controller back up.

I know I can win this. No one beats me at FIFA. Not even Niall.

~~~~~

"Damn it!" Annabeth throws her controller on against the couch, huffing in frustration. I try to bite back my laughs, but it's too much to resist.

"Oh my... Damn you, Tomlinson!" She whines.

I laugh, clutching my sides. She's so cute when she's pissed. Her lip pokes out in the most adorable way, and her eyes are wide like an innocent puppy's.

Oh my god, what is wrong with me? Jeez, if the lads heard me right now I'd never hear the end of it..

"I demand a rematch!" She giggles, smacking my arm lightly in an attempt to get me to stop laughing.

It doesn't work.

"Louis!" She whines, wrapping her arms around my waist. "Stop laughing at me!"

My laughs die down and I bravely attempt to talk. "But you're just so funny when you're upset over a game. It's cute, really."

She huffs, and I can just imagine her rolling her eyes. "Oh, shut it."

We sit in silence for a few minutes before she looks up at me and, unexpectedly, whacks me on the head.

"What the?.. What was that for!" I whine while rubbing my head. That actually really hurt..

"You keep talking! You aren't supposed to be talking!" Annabeth points a finger at me like a mother scolding a child.

"Seriously? Tomorrow is when I can start talking again Annabeth, it really doesn't make much of a difference, love." I chuckle, rolling my eyes.

Her shoulders slump a little, but he stern expression remains. "Oh.. Well, I still don't feel bad for whacking you."

I stick my tongue out at her. "You're lying through your teeth!"

She looks around before huffing. "Okay, fine! I feel bad! I'm sorry that I can't resist the cute pouty face you make when you try to act all innocent!"

I smirk. "Cute pouty face, eh?"

"Shut up!"

I tackle her, careful not to put pressure on my wrist, and her giggling figure falls back into the soft couch cushions. I nuzzle my head into her neck, breathing in her scent. Apple scented shampoo, Our Moment perfume, and a sort of vanilla-like smell. It's like an addictive drug to me. I love it.