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Four.

So sorry I haven't updated in so long!! Here's a REALLY quick update for you lot!!

"I still don't understand why you came over," I said to Louis as I opened the door for him. "Considering you wouldn't text me back."

"I figured I'd come round to get my wallet... and then see why you're making your dad take you in the morning instead of me just picking you up."

"It's because I'm over and I don't want to ride with you in the morning, but I don't want to ride with Aubrey's dad alone," Phoebe said, walking down the stairs.

"I can take you in the morning," Louis said to Phoebe.

"I'll save you the trouble." Phoebe looked over at me. "My mum's here."

"What? Phoebe!"

"What? I've got to go! See you later, Bree," she told me, kissing my cheek. She ran out the door and I sighed.

"And now I can give you a ride in the morning," Louis said, smiling. He kissed my cheek and took my hand is his, walking upstairs.

"I guess so..." I sighed and Louis looked back at me.

"What's wrong?" he asked me and I shrugged.

"Nothing," I told him as we walked into my bedroom. "I mean, I'm supposed to be hanging out with Walt..."

"Oh," Louis said, looking back at me. "You wouldn't rather cuddle and watch movies?" I sighed and sat down on my bed, pulling him down with me. He smiled at me and kissed my forehead. I scooted over, closer to the wall my bed was pushed against and Louis handed me my remote before scooting in closer to me. I turned my TV on and turned Netflix on by clicking on the app. I laid my head on Louis' chest and waited for Netflix to load.

"What would you do if I accidentally stole all of your money?" I asked him and he laughed lightly, causing his chest to vibrate.

"I would have to accidentally steal it back." I laid my hand on his stomach and he kissed my head. Netflix loaded after a couple minutes of Louis and I laying like that. I started to flip through movies, but Louis took the remote from my hand and scrolled up to the TV shows. He browsed through TV shows until settling on How I Met Your Mother, one of our favourites.

"How is this ever going to end?" I asked, after watching in silence for about three minutes.

"I don't know, but it better have a good ending," Louis said and I nodded, agreeing. He wrapped his arm around me, pulling me in closer. I scooted up, placing my head in the crook of his neck. I turned my head so that my nose was pressed against his neck. I breathed out slowly and Louis giggled to himself. "Stop, that tickles." I smiled and placed a chaste kiss on his neck. Louis turned his head so that he was looking at me and smiled. "I love you, Aubrey Millard."

"I love you, too, Louis Tomlinson," I told him, smiling. He kissed me, softly, and I kissed back, pressing my hand against his cheek. He pulled away, smiling and I kissed his nose. "I think you might be it for me... you know?"

"I sure hope so," he told me, pecking my lips. We turned our attention back to the TV, watching as Neil Patrick Harris walked in.

"He's so attractive," Louis and I said in unison, and then burst into giggles.

"You're silly," I told him, poking his nose.

"You're sillier," he argued, biting my ear. I giggled, softly and buried my face in his neck. I stayed like that for a second, listening to our breaths, that were in sync. I closed my eyes and kissed Louis' neck. "Are you getting tired?" I nodded and heard the TV stop playing. I opened my eyes and looked at the screen. Louis was back at the movies, searching for one to watch. "Grease?"