Can You Be My Dirty Secret? -l.t.

Chapter 73- Madeline's Dress

Leticia Ray's

'How come you call her Madz and you just call me Leticia? No fair.' I've sent it with a pouty and gloomy eyes emoji. I hope this won't give him the expression that I'm overreacting mad. I'm not mad, I'm just soft.

I could just imagine Louis sigh, running a hand on his face. And as soon as I've sent the message, the replies pop out as well.

'But baby I call you pretty much every endearment I could think of'

I couldn't help but smile, 'Like?'

'My darling'

'Baby, babe'

I couldn't help but smile wider. I could tell that Louis figured out that this is mainly for my ego. 'Go on. Is that all?'

'Why are you doing this to me cutiepie?'

'My munchkin, my love'

'Honey'

'Just because' I replied back.

'You're so bad, my Leticia Ray.'

'So so bad, my masochist princess'

Where did that masochist thing come from? 'Hmmm? I have no idea' I hit up with a thinking emoji.

'My kitty cat, my bad girl'

'I gtg I'm already inside Madeline's car'

'Are you still mad at me princess? If you want I could still come up with more'

'I was never mad, big brother' I couldn't help but giggle, shoving my phone back to my bag.

"At least some of us is happy," Madeline commented under her breath as she drives.

I couldn't help but raise a brow. "If you don't want me here then why bother inviting me?" I frown. "I'll gladly leave if that's what you want. Just stop the car."

I felt Madeline tensing a little bit. "W-what? No. It's okay... Like I told you, I want to get to know you and make up for the wrong behavior I may or may not have showcased against you. Louis was also right... If I truly like him, I should learn how to treat you better." I knew it. This is all that it is.

I couldn't help but roll my eyes. I should've seen this coming. "I've already told you, I won't be a bridge for my brother to like you." I clarified.

"I know and that's okay. I just want to do the right thing. If I can't be friends with you, I could at least be civil and apologize right."

I cross my arms over my chest. "I do not know what to tell you, Madeline," I whispered.

She didn't do anything that bad for me to hate her. She's just really the type of person I won't usually associate myself with. She's one of the popular queens in school if I'm being cliché.

Why would I come with her then? The answer is simple. I'm just insecure, and I want to hurt myself more by seeing that she's more of a perfect partner girlfriend for Louis than me. And, to actually give her a chance. Yes, that only comes second. At least I'm still ought to try. that's what matters, right?

Then, Louis's and I's conversation crossed my mind. "Do you have a nickname?" I asked from thin air. "You know, friends call each other shortened names."

"I know what a nickname is Leticia." She answered, glancing at me with a weird look. "Are we even friends now? You're going too fast, Tomlinson."

"You don't want to?" I wriggle my brows. As far as I could remember, she was the one who needed and not the other way around.