Louis Tomlinson Preferences

159.) He Steals Your Diary

"This isn't fucking funny!!" I yelled as i tried jumping to grab the book from Louis hands but he was able to hold me back, "Stop laughing," I whined, pushing at his arms. Louis was laughing hysterically, but in my opinion this was not a funny subject. "Aw look at (y/n). Can't get her diary from me," he cooed teasingly, a clear smirk on his face. "You're such a dick. Give me my diary back before I knock your teeth in," I huffed. "Aw. That's cute. You think you're stronger tan me," Louis chuckled. I rolled my eyes,"I am stronger than you and you know it, shorty." Louis raised an eyebrow at me, "I am /not/ short," he scoffed. "Well tell that to the tape measure," I said smirking slightly. "Oh that's it," he said, pushing me onto the bed and laying on top of me. "Get off me!!" I yelled squirming from underneath him, "Louis! C'mon please get off!" Louis smirked, "August 4th... Dear diary..." he started which caused my eyes to widen. "No! No! No! Not that one!" I cried and tried to push him off which made him laugh even more. "I'm quite enjoying this," he smirked before reading on and I just gave up, hiding my face. He started to smile and looked down at me, "You wrote about our first time?" He asked which made me groan. "That's so cute," he cooed again. I flipped him off, "You're an ass," I whined finally getting him off. "You better have enjoyed reading about our first time because your not getting some anytime soon," I told him, grabbing my diary and smirking slightly as he looked at me in shock. I giggled and walked away, leaving Louis speechless in our bedroom.