Darling Dearest.

Two.

(not edited!! xx)

"Louis, why are we at my humble home?" I asked Louis as he parked outside my house.

"Because, you need to get properly dressed," he explained and I sighed.

"Where are we going?" I asked him.

"It's a secret!" he told me.

"How am I going to know what to wear?" I asked him and he smiled at me.

"You're going to leave that up to me," he told me and I laughed.

"That's hilarious, Louis. Honestly, it's hilarious that you think I'm going to let you pick out my outfit."

"Aubrey, you have no other choice." Louis quickly got out on his side and I sighed, not wanting to go through with this. For all I know, we're going out bowling, but he's going to make sure I wear a dress, because that's just how Louis is.

Oh, and remind me to kill my parents for trusting the man of my dreams, it really doesn't help.

I got out of the car and took my backpack with me, figuring I could leave it at home. I walked with Louis into my house and once we got inside, he pulled me upstairs, eagerly.

"Louis, I-" I cut myself off as Louis opened my door, revealing Phoebe. "What're you-"

"Uncle Skipper is my favourite uncle of yours... I couldn't resist! So, let's get you dressed."

"Okay, what the actual hell is going on?" I asked, completely baffled by all of this.

"You're going on a date, lovely," Phoebe told me, pulling me into my room. "Louis, your presence is no longer needed." Louis shrugged and left the room, closing the door behind him.

"How did you get out of school?" I asked her.

"My mum came and picked me up? You know my mum doesn't care about me being at school," she pointed out and I shrugged, knowing she had a point.

"You're going to die once you get to where you're going, well after you eat where you're eating, anyway." Phoebe walked to my closet and looked around. "You'll need some leggings," she told me, throwing me a pair. Instead of catching like a normal person would be able to, I miscalculated where they'd land and they hit me in the face.

"Alright, off to a good start," I said, sitting down on my bed.

"Oh my god! Since when do you have this dress! This is so cute!" Phoebe said, pulling out a red dress I didn't seem to fancy much.

"I hate that dress," I told her and she looked at me.

"Can it be Phoebe's?" she asked me and I nodded, not caring. "Yes! Score."

"You're so weird," I told her and she laughed. She continued to rummage through my closet and I sighed. "Can you please tell me where he's taking me?"

"No! Absolutely not. That would ruin everything," she told me and I sighed. "You know, this reminds me of the first date you two went on."

"How do you mean?" I asked her, laying back on my bed.

"This is how it went, Louis told me where he was taking you, and then I got you ready. Don't you remember that?" she asked me.

"Yeah, of course I do." I smiled at the thought of Louis' and I's first date.

"I can't believe you got to be with Mr. Romantic," Phoebe whined, sighing. "I want a Mr. Romantic... so badly."

"I wouldn't say Louis is romantic..."

"You've been dating for what six months? And in those six months you've already been on four picnics, two restaurant dates, you guys fucking sat on his roof and stargazed once, he took you to a ballroom dance class, he's taken you to two amazingly done plays, and where's he taking you tonight? Oh my god, I want to throw you in a room and lock you up just so I can go instead."