He Wasn't A Jerk After All (He Wasn't A Jerk #3)

Chapter Ten

Before the story A/N: In previous chapters, a lot of you have commented that Louis could have unlocked Victoria's phone and called Chet, Jon or her mom.. or that he could have gotten the numbers out of her phone. To clear things up, Louis doesn't know Victoria's passcode. Since I have never mentioned it in any chapters, he couldn't have magically unlocked her phone without knowing the password. Hope it makes sense now!

Caution: This chapter is short, merely a filler chapter. I promise, it won't always be this slow like this chapter. 

Chapter Ten

"Diapers?"



"Check."



"Formula?"



"Check."



I squinted at Louis' handwriting, scrawled on a small piece of paper he had obtained from my kitchen drawer this morning.

"Did you seriously write condoms?" I asked, glaring at Louis.

Louis smiled, letting Henry take his index finger in his small hand from his seat in the trolley. "You never know when I might need them love," Louis said, reaching into the trolley and producing a box of condoms.

My face flushed with embarrassment and I just shook my head, moving down the list. "Did you pick up my shampoo?" I asked, checking the word condoms, extra large off the shopping list.

Louis replaced the condoms with a bottom of green apple shampoo, giving me a confident smile. "Double check. It was next to the aisle with the condoms." He said, before putting the shampoo back in the trolley. 

I sighed, rubbing my right have over my face. "Let's move on." I suggested, and Louis started to push the trolley forward, making Henry bubble up some spit. I reached over, grabbed his bib from the spot on his chest and wiped his mouth while Louis slowed up his pace. 

"I need to get some paper towels and baby wipes before we leave." I told Louis, and he directed the trolley towards the aisle that contained paper products.

I picked up two packages of paper towels, throwing them into the cart as I grabbed them. Then, before we checked out I made sure to grab a package of baby wipes and sprint back to the cashier before we held up one of the lines. 

~*~

"Well, that pretty much broke me." I muttered, slamming the car door of my mum's Challenger. The car no longer smelt of her designer perfume like it had a year ago. When we first bought this car, I swore she wanted to spray the whole car with it just to get rid of the new car smell. 

Louis stuck the key in the ignition, his lips pursed. "I told you I could pay for it. I'm not exactly broke anymore after being in a boy band." 

"A little money made from the X Factor and from guest starring on radio shows is not a lot of money Louis. I want you to save your money - not spend it on me and Henry." I explained, turning on the heat full blast so it could warm up the slightly frosted car. 

As if on cue and Henry knew we were talking about him, he lifted his arms up and down, a gurgle rising from his throat. I leaned my head back against the headrest, closing my eyes and letting the heat coming from the car vents blow at my frigid face.