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Louis Tomlinson


"Hey, what can I get you guys?" The girl asked as she leaned over to hear us.

"Uh, I just want a vanilla. Cone, please" Liam says. Boring. 

"And... I'll have a mint chocolate chip. Cone." Niall chimes. 

"You?" She asks, motioning to Zayn.

"Just chocolate... in a cup"

"You two?"

"We both want the caramel twist" Harry orders what we always get

 The girl nods then takes a second look at me before turning away and starting to make our order with the other worker. When she's handing us our ice creams, Liam hands her a 20 to cover it all. She thanks him and he nods then goes to find us a table.

I reach up to grab my ice cream and Harry's and she says, "Have I... seen you before?"

"Uh" of course I start with that. very smart of me. "Maybe? I don't know."

"What's your name?" She asks, still eyeing me

"Louis" I shrug

Her eyes widen a little. She looks at my tattoos as I grab the two cups of ice cream for H and I.

"Holy shit... Louis! I'm Alex. We met at a club in LA last year" She gasps


My stomach feels funny for a second... because I remember her

"Oh... Shit. Yeah. Hi" 

"Wow... we had a good run, didn't we?" She giggles

"Uhm" before I can say anything else, Harry spins me around and puts his lips on mine. 

Shit, Haz. We're in public.

When he pulls back, he just takes his ice cream and says, "We'll be waiting at the table, Lou" 

I look slowly back around to Alex. Her face is bright red, but so is mine. Her mouth is slightly parted from shock, and so is mine. Her eyes are wide, yeah mine too.

"S-sorry. Nice meeting you again." I grab my ice cream and rush away


When I get to the table, Harry is having a regular conversation like nothing happened. Niall and Zayn are grinning, and Liam looks kinda mad.

"You two need to calm down" Liam mumbles

"Us two? " I repeat, "It was not me!"

"Yeah, no, Li. That was 100% my fault. Sorry." Harry says with a shrug and a smile

I punch his arm lightly, but he just smiles wider, making both his dimples pop, and I just can't be mad, so I jab my finger into his dimple, and he laughs.

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