New Neighbor (A Louis Tomlinson Fanfiction)

Chapter 20. pt 2.

"I'm staying here." Louis argued.

"Lou, he's gonna be here any minute, if he see's you here he will assume things."

"I love you, and I want to be with you, and I'm not ashamed to show that." He smiled, grabbing the hem of my t-shirt and yanking me to him.

I grinned, wrapping my arms around his torso.

I heard the doorbell ring and I looked down and my hiking shoes, yoga pants, and one of Louis' t-shirts that he made me wear, which I didn't mind at all because it was comfy and smelled like him.

"Stay. Here." I pointed at him.

He shook his head before walking towards me, interlacing his fingers with me, leaning down so our foreheads were touching.

"I love you." He smiled, kissing me.

"I love you too." I whispered, giving his cheek a peck before walking to the door.

"Hey Beautiful." He smiled, handing me a daisy.

"Hi." I smiled, taking the flower and putting it on the nearbye table.

"Ready to hike?" He asked as I closed the door.

I nodded my head and we drove to the place.

We got out of the car and we started hiking.

"I swear to god this is like a vertical climb." I panted, falling down.

"You get used to it." Derek laughed, helping me up.

"I'm not very athletic." I chuckled.

We continued to walk up, and I looked around you could see all sorts of tree's and plants, birds flying over.

It was actually really beautiful and the weather was nice which made it even better.

"Can we take a break?" I asked, trying to catch my breathe.

"We are almost there, c'mon, you can do it." Derek encouraged me.

I sighed before continueing to walk up what was basically a vertical hike.

"I swear this type of hike should be illegal." I whined.

"It's a good workout!"

After about an hour and a half, we reached the top, and I plopped onto the ground.

"I don't even want to know how you managed to carry that heavy basket up here." I said, wiping the sweat of my forehead with Louis' shirt.

He shrugged his head and got out food and water as we started to eat.

"Derek."

"yeah?" He asked, taking a bite of his sandwhich.

"Let's play twenty questions."

"Alright."

"Favorite color?" I asked.

"Blue. How about you?" He asked.

"Yellow."

"Nice, favorite movie?"

"21 Jumpstreet!" I grinned.

"How old are you?"

"27." He answered. I choked on my water, coughing and sputtering it up.

He patted my back and I took a minute to calm down.

"You're 27? You look so much younger though."

"I guess yeah."

"Why were you at the party then?"