Loving Mona Lisa: One Shots

The First Date ~ Loura

Warning: I'm pretty sure this will be really long for a one shot, so I'm sorry if you don't like it. This one is for Laura. It's for the memories, the future and for the time that she bought me a crunchie. This is Loura's first date, and it is probably the stupidest, worst thing I have ever written.

Enjoy..?

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Laura’s POV

I roll out of bed and unlock my phone, scrunching my hair into a bun with one hand.

One new message.

‘Whoop dee doo.’ I say to nobody in particular as I press the flashing envelope icon.

Hello love. I’ll pick you up at seven. Wear something nice, even though you’d look good in anything. xx

It was a number I hadn’t heard of. It wasn’t Louis. I felt my heart sinking, but then again, what was I thinking?

Famous singers don’t ask out fans just because they yell out a ‘that’s what she said’ joke in the middle of rush hour traffic.

Then who was it?

I went through my brain quickly, thinking about every boy who I knew. Sadly, there weren’t many.

‘The words you whispered I will always believe…’ I began to sing as I got out of my pyjamas, my heart full with the thought of my secret admirer.

It’s hard to believe that I had met the boy who sang those words just a few days earlier. Louis. Louis Tomlinson. Driving a car through London, like he was just another person.

And he gave me his number!

Not that I knew for sure that it was his. I had only texted him a brief “Hello” so he had my number – to be honest, I was too scared to text him anything else. He meant so much to me as an idol that I didn’t want to take any chances.

The rest of the day, up until four o’clock, went reasonably slowly. I spent the day bopping to One Direction while fantasizing about my secret admirer and cooking cupcakes.

After icing the vanilla cakes, I whipped out my phone and went to text one of my friends, Chloe.

I scrolled through the contacts, searching for where I had saved her number as ‘Loser.’

Cooking cuppycakes! Jelly? :P x

I sent the text, and less than a minute later, my phone buzzed.

‘That’s quick for Chloe.’ I remarked as I threw the empty piping bag in the bin and unlocked my phone.

I read the message quickly, and dropped the phone.

It landed with a loud thump, but thankfully it was unbroken.

I shakily picked it up and read the message again.

I am indeed very jelly. Took you long enough to text me again babe! – Lou ;) x

The number matched. Oh my god.

I got a text from Louis fucking Tomlinson.

‘I accidentally texted Louis William Tomlinson about cupcakes instead of Chloe.’ I said out loud, trying to convince myself that it was real.

It didn’t help.

One hour, fourteen cupcakes and three litres of happy tears later, I remembered the date with my secret admirer.

Fuck.

I had less than two hours to get ready, and I had to look amazing for whoever it was.

I pushed all thoughts of Louis out of my mind and searched frantically through my wardrobe.