“The boys invited us to stay the night at their house tonight.” I say as I put another waffle on a plate and hand it to Louis.
“And do what?” He asks smothering his waffle in syrup, then strawberries, and bananas, and whip cream, and chocolate. It looks delicious, but way too much to eat. If you were wondering, yes we are having waffles for lunch.
“Watch movies, do sleepover stuff. I’m not sure, but they miss us, plus then we can tell them about us. If you want to, of course.” I smile sitting down at the table crossing my legs underneath me.
“I like you being my little secret. They wouldn’t find it very strange if we were cuddling on the couch during a movie.” He points out shoving a forkful of whatever he put on his waffle in his mouth.
“True, but the might find it a tad bit odd if we start snogging in the middle of it.” I say also shoving a forkful of food in my mouth.
“True, I guess we can tell them.” He says and I smile at the thought of him actually wanting to tell them about us. Not that I’d think he’d hide it, but so many guys don’t want their friends to know about their girlfriends.
“I’m not ashamed of you, I love you, and I know you might not love me quite yet, but I understand and I’m willing to wait until you’re ready. That’s what love is, waiting for something when the other person doesn’t want it. Love knows when to stop and compromise. Love is an unconditional commitment to an imperfect person. To love someone isn’t just a strong feeling; it’s a decision, a judgment and a promise. And I promise you that I will love you and I’m not ashamed of you. I will shout out to the world that you are my girl and I love you, even if you don’t love me yet. I will wait until you do.” I smile at him, “and you know I’m not ashamed of much because I practically yelled out that you are on your period to everyone in that store.” I blush at the memory of him yelling out asking if I got my ‘sponges’ as he calls them.
“Yeah, I still am slightly upset about that.” I wink and take the last bite of my waffle.
“I’m going to go pack some stuff for tonight.” I walk into the bedroom. I grab a Nike duffle bag and throw the ‘sponges’ in my bag along with a pair of pink and blue bedtime shorts and Louis’ shirt. I just love the way he smells. That sounded creepier than intended. I finish packing my stuff then decide to help Louis out and throw in some jeans and boxers and tee shirts and other stuff Louis would pack. I zip it up throwing the bag on the bed and going in to change to something more comfortable. I throw on a cookie monster shirt and UGG slippers.
“I PACKED YOUR STUFF LOUUUU!” I yell to him as he walks in the room.
“Why are you yelling?” He questions as I run and jump up hooking my legs around his waist.
“Doesn’t that like…hurt?” He asks quietly as he grabs my thighs to hold me up. I wrap my arms around his neck and lean into his chest; he backs up against a wall and leans against it.
“Nope!” I exclaim. I’m in a really happy mood today for like no reason, and I should like be totally upset crying from cramps and begging Louis to get me Aleve. ALEVE! I almost forgot it. I hop out of Louis’ arms with ninja skills and head to the bathroom opening the cabinet and grabbing the bottle. I head back to the bedroom and shove it in my bag.
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“Harry’s car is here.” I say nervously.
“Calm down, it’ll be fine he’ll probably be screwing some girl or something anyway.” He says rubbing circles in the back of my hand. He grabs the Nike bag out of the backseat and we head up to the door hand in hand. I almost knock then realize I’m like a sister to them so I just open the door.
