Dark (A Louis Tomlinson story.)

Chapter 11- Pancakes

AMANDA'S POV

As Louis walked towards his house he started humming. I leaned my head against his chest as he walked. His humming slowly turned into softly singing. He was singing When I Was Your Man. I couldn't help but smile as he sang, he was actually a really good singer. I looked up at Louis as he walked and he was looking down at me with a smile. He looked forward again as he walked that way he wouldn't walk into anything.

It took about twenty minutes to get back to his house. Much to my protests, Louis carried me the whole way. Once we finally got back to his house he set me down on the couch gently. He walked into the kitchen but every minute he would poke his head in the living room to make sure I was still there.

"Louis, don't worry, I'm not going anywhere." I said after about the thirtieth time of him poking his head in the living room.

"I know, I'm just making sure." He replied.

I wasn't even sure what he was doing in the kitchen so I just sat on the couch playing with my hair. After awhile I finally got off the couch and walked into the kitchen. Louis was attempting to make pancakes, key word attempting. I could see a bunch of burnt pancakes in the trash can which caused me to laugh. Louis spun around when he heard me. His cheeks turned a light pink color, he was blushing, he was embarrassed. He smiled sheepishly at me which was probably the most adorable thing ever. No, Amanda stop, Louis kidnapped you, you can't fall for him. I let out a small sigh, I couldn't stop myself from falling for him.

LOUIS' POV

I was trying to make pancakes but I seemed to burn every single one I cooked. After awhile I stopped checking on Amanda, I could tell she was getting annoyed. I would silently check on her about every five minutes and I knew she didn't know I was there. I continued trying to make pancakes when I heard a laugh come from behind me so I quickly turned around. Amanda was laughing at all of the burnt pancakes in the trash can. A small blush creeped across my face causing my cheeks to turn a light pink color. I was embarrassed that she saw how bad of a cook I was. I smiled sheepishly at her and that's when she sighed.

"What's wrong love?" I asked.

"Nothing, I'm just thinking." She replied with a small smile.

"Alright, would you like to try and make pancake with me?" I asked.

"By helping you make pancakes you mean have me make them?" She asked.

"Yeah, but you can teach me to cook them." I replied with a sheepish smile.

"Alright, I guess I'll help you." She said still smiling.

After we made pancakes, well, she made pancakes, we decided to watch a movie. Amanda wanted to watch paranormal activity so I started it. Amanda was seated up on the couch next to me, she looked adorable. She had a blanket wrapped around her and she was hugging her knees to her chest, her eyes were wide as she watched the movie. I couldn't help but smile every time I looked over at her. Every time a scary scene came on she would scream and cover her face with her hands. I would pull her closer to me and rub her back comfortingly until she sat back up. I was so glad Amanda was finally safe again, I don't know what I would do of she wasn't safe.