Hopeless Romantics

Katherine

"Louis," I said as I sat at the island, watching him cook dinner.

"Yeah?" He answered.

"What is with everyone's relationships falling apart?"

"Harry and Celene are still fine."

"But I don't know about that. He told me he was in love with another girl."

"Did he say who?"

"No. But he said I know her."

"It's probably you," he chuckled.

"Oh my god no. You think so?"

"I mean maybe. I know he used to like you. Actually he told me he used to be in love with you. Could you imagine how much drama there would've been if we knew we both loved you."

"He said he was in love with me?"

He nodded.

"Yeah, I guess it was kind of obvious. But it doesn't bother you that he might still be in love with me?"

"Not really. I know you don't feel the same way about him." And he was right. I could never love anyone as much as I loved Louis.

"I don't want him to hurt Celene."

"I don't think he will."

"I'm sure you're right. I just worry about these things."

I started scrolling through my phone when I came across and article about Liam Payne.

"Liam is trending right now," I said.

"Really?" He laughed, "Why?"

"I don't know," I continued searching until I found a picture of him and Poppy spotted together on a date, "Oh my god."

"What is it?"

"It's a cheating scandal."

Louis laughed a little. I gave him a piercing look. "I'm sorry love," he said, "but of course of all people it was Liam," he chuckled.

"I can't believe he would be this stupid. Actually I can believe it but god damn."

"He really is stupid. He's engaged."

"Exactly. Lily has to have seen this by now. It's all over the internet."

"I'm almost done with dinner."

"It smells great," I smiled.

"Mhm," he nodded.

"I'm serious."

"I didn't say anything. It's just, you hate my cooking." He placed some spaghetti on both of our plates.

"No I don't. You cook way better than I do."

"But I'm not good."

"You're fine angel."

He took the garlic bread out of the oven and threw some onto our plates.

He stared at me with loving eyes as we ate dinner. 

"We're not doing this again," I smiled.

"Doing what?" He smirked.

"Fucking on the island. At least not before we finish our dinner," I slowly removed my jacket. I was wearing a low neck, silk, black tank top. His eyes roamed from my eyes down to my chest area. He quickly looked down at his food when I caught him looking.

"Don't tease me pimiento," he smiled. 

"You like it when I tease you."

"I do," he smirked and stroked his lip.