Hands up and away
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"Just shut up and get out of my locker room douche," Louis says confidently.
"WOW, slow down babe," The other man says.
"I'm on my way, my Queen" He then says swaying his arm out in the air. Pointing towards the door.
Louis turns around sensing a very annoying person. Who gives strangers that kind of pet name? Babe, what kind of boyfriend's word is that. That is something you say to your girlfriend...or boyfriend.
"Shut up!" Louis just hums, annoyed that the pretty strange boy calls him all of that stuff.
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