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"Can you speak French?" I ask him.
"Yes. Can you?"
"A little. I know the basic stuff like oui, bonjour, croissant, baguette. Also, j'veux ton amour, et je veux ta revanche."
He stops in his tracks and looks at my mouth. No, he 𝘴𝘵�...
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"Stella?"
"Hm?"
"What's a squishmallow?"
I glance over at Louis with my eyebrows furrowed. Usually, I'd be appalled if I found out someone didn't know what a squishmallow was, but it's Louis so it's not that surprising.
"Um..." I put my fork down. "Why do you ask?"
Louis slept over at mine last night and I decided to make him pancakes this morning.
I know I shouldn't, but I feel bad for walking away from him after finding out about...everything.
He still hasn't told me the whole story, but only because I haven't asked.
I trust him though.
He hesitates. "Just some shit Wilson said."
"Well...I have three of them in my room."
He looks at me with raised eyebrows and I narrow my eyes at him.
"They're not as childish as they sound," I defend myself.
Squishmallows are everything to me (besides Louis and my family) so I feel like I shouldn't be getting judged right now.
"I don't even know what it is but it sounds like something you'd own," he smiles a bit, tightening his hold on my thigh.
He's been extra touchy ever since we got back together. He missed me. I missed him too.
I don't think there's been a single moment since I took him back that he hasn't been touching me. Except for when I had a shower, but even then he was knocking on the bathroom door every three minutes asking when I was going to be done.
He even said he wanted to join me.
As a joke.
I think.
Frankie is in the living room right now, but if she wasn't, I have a feeling that Louis would be doing much more than just holding my thigh.
His eyes also tell me that too. He's been looking at me like he wants to scoop me up, take me to his house, and keep me with him forever.
His face tells me he wants constant attention after a couple of weeks of not having any at all.
I'm sure his friends would've kept him busy.
His friends.
I miss them.
"So, uh..." I start awkwardly, flitting my eyes over to Frankie who sits not too far away. "Want to go to my room?"
His hand pauses, holding his fork halfway to his mouth as his eyes find mine. He smirks a little and places his fork back down. "Oh?"
