-Grab something warm and meet me by the park in 15 minutes, xxx
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When I got to the park, clad in a big sweater with a moustache on the front, jazzy pink and blue leggings, pink fluffy socks, and Ugg's (I also had on the full winter works: hat, gloves, snood), Louis was at the entrance, holding up two bikes; each with helmets attached to them. He held one out to me.
'Hi there, let's go.' He smiled eagerly,
'Hold ya horses, lemme get my helmet on first.'
'Hurry up.' He whined, 'We've only got 2 hours.'
'Okay, okay, I'm ready.' So we set off. We must've covered miles on our trusty bikes: we cycled all the way around the Greenwich peninsula- stopping for ice-cream (in December I know) at the Cutty Sark. When we got back to the cycle hire place my bum was aching like mad.
'Ahh, my bum hurts so much.' I complained,
'Want me to rub it better.' He said with a cheeky smile, I gasped and slapped his arm,
'Inappropriate, there are young ears around.' I gestured towards the play-park, literally metres away from where we were standing.
'You loved it really.' I smacked his arm again,
'Okay, okay, enough violence thank you.' He held his hands up.
Once he had walked me back to my flat, I invited him in for a hot chocolate or something to warm up but he declined.
'I have to get to an interview.' He looked sad,
'I was gonna say, you never seem to do any work.' I joked,
'I do lots of work thank you. What was I doing the night I met you?'
'Walking around pretending to be the 'Swag-masta from Doncasta' I believe, oh and you were playing Mario-kart and having a party.' I reminisced,
'I wasn't pretending love; I am the 'Swag-masta from Doncasta'.'
'Whatever floats you boat.'
'I've always wanted a boat.'
'That's lovey dear, but don't you have an interview to get to?'
'Oh, yeah. Bye babe, have a good concert.' With that he was gone.