One Shots

Louis Ann&Louis

"I hate this,” I say frustrated, throwing my pencil down onto the desk. I glance over at Louis who was lying on my bed, replying to tweets and DM's on his laptop. He looks up, takes one look at my face, and snaps his laptop closed sliding off the bed.

"C'mon, you need a break" he says grabbing my hand, pulling me up out of the chair and towards the door. I comply, following him out the door. He was right. I'd been working on the chemistry homework for two hours and was getting absolutely nowhere. What was worse was this was Louis's last day here. Tomorrow he had to fly back to London so they could start working on their new album.

"Where are we going?" I ask falling into step with him as we walk down the street. He glances over, raising an eyebrow at me. "Starbucks" I say knowingly. He grins causing me to laugh and shake my head. That boy was obsessed. We get to the Starbucks and as we walk in, he puts up the hood on his jacket, keeping his head down. You'd be surprised at the amount of people that hang out around the Starbucks when they know he's around. We walk up to the counter and I place our order so people won't hear his accent, giving my name for the call. After we get our drinks, we head back outside and he pulls his hood down, taking my hand and intertwining our fingers.

"So where to n--" he starts before a shriek erupts down the street.

"Oh my god it's Louis Tomlinson" a girl yells. I wince slightly and glance up at Louis who quickly masks his annoyed expression, plastering on a smile as the girl and her friend come over. He loved his fans, he really did. But I knew that sometimes he wished he could do simple things like getting some coffee without having to sign autographs or take pictures.

"Hello" he says politely dropping my hand and taking the pen and paper that had been shoved into his hands.

"Hi" I say friendly with a small wave, the smile quickly dropping from my face when they turn to look at me, giving me a look of disgust. They turn back to Louis, the smile back on their face.

"How's Harry?" one of the girls asks eagerly. "When are you going to drop the beard and admit that Larry Stylinson is real?" she says and my mouth just about drops. Louis freezes in the middle of signing, the fake smile dropping off his face.

"Excuse me" he asks in shock.

"We think Larry Stylinson is perfect" the other girl responds oblivious. Louis shoves the pen and paper back at the girl, not even finishing his name, a look of disgust appearing on his face. I cross my arms, a smirk appearing on my face. I know that sounds bitchy but honestly, they had what was coming.

"That's just rude. When are you people going to realize that I have a girlfriend. I love her very much. I can't believe you'd say those things in general, let alone when she's right next to me"

"But.." one of the girls falters, finally realizing her mistake.

"No. You're rude and we're done talking" he says taking my hand. "Goodbye" he says leading me off down the street, leaving the girls behind.” People are so rude" he fumes and I slip my hand out of his, lacing it through his arm instead.

"It's alright" I say trying to calm him down. "They don't know what they are talking about. Besides, there are a ton of fans that are nice to me" I say assuringly. "And it doesn't even matter what anyone thinks anyways. You know I love you, and I know you love me. That's all that really matters" He sighs coming to a stop and turning to face me, the smile appearing back on his face.

"You're amazing you know that?" he asks.

"Yea, I know" I say cheekily causing him to laugh before he bends down kissing me.