I Will Survive... with Louis Tomlinson?

Chapter 16.

Scarlett's POV

"You would seriously rather spend your last day on Earth with the BBC One News presenter than anyone else?"

"I find them quite interesting." Louis grinned, eating some more of his 'homemade' sandwiches.

"I don't understand you sometimes." I replied shaking my head at him.

"You're one to talk."

"Meaning?" I asked, raising my eyebrows at him.

"I would rather be stuck in a never ending maze than try and figure out what goes on in your brain."

"Right..."

"So do you like my speciality sandwiches?" He questioned, changing the subject.

"They're okay." I smirked, chewing on another mouthful to my delight.

"Liar."

"Says who?" I winked, swallowing the remainder of the sandwich.

"You can't lie to save your life." He smirked back at me.

"Thanks." I sarcastically replied, rolling my eyes at him.

"You have some Nutella on your cheek."

"What-where?" I quizzed, rubbing my face eagerly, Nutella wasn't a good look on me.

"Let me get it." He offered, already leaning over the small picnic spread out on the recording room floor. As his hand reached out towards my face I closed my eyes, it was natural instinct as I first thought he was going to poke my eye, but I was greeted by something completely different to his finger.

"Did you just lick my face?" I gasped, snapping my eyes wide open.

"Yep, and you taste good by the way." He smirked again, still remaining in the same position.

"Thanks?" I chuckled.

"You know what tastes good with Nutella?"

"Most things."

"Marshmallow." He grinned.

"You ate all the marshmallows." I stated, staring him straight in the eyes.

"Who says we can't share?" He wiggled his eyebrows at me before leaning in. I finally clicked onto what he meant, what an interesting way to mix two things, although I wasn't going to complain. As his hot breath tingled against my face I couldn't help let a smile appear on my surface. I closed my eyes, matching his as my mouth parted slightly, I could almost taste the marshmallow when something made me jump out of my skin. My eyes darted open to see Louis literally millimetres away, as much as I didn't want to, I knew I had to, I placed my hand against his chest, pushing him away. His eyes shot open as he retreated, he looked hurt but I did it for a good cause.

"What's wrong?" He asked sincerely.

"I had my phone in my back pocket." I admitted.

"And?" He questioned, his eyebrows knotting together.

"It started ringing on vibrate." I chuckled as I pulled out my phone.

"Who was it?"

"Harry."

"Always ruins the moment." He muttered so I couldn't hear.

"What?"

"Nothing." He sulked.

"Urm, I have 18 miss calls and at least 30 texts..."

"Someone's popular." He scoffed.

"I don't think either of us are very popular at the moment..." I replied vaguely.