Potter had gone into hyperactive shock or something. He looked confused, then pissed, the angry, then like he was trying to be calm. Oh look everyone, the bastard is capable of emotion! Who would have thought? Let’s have a show of hands, shall we.
Well, it looks like---hmmm---this is a difficult one folks---zero.
He was opening and closing his mouth, I think in shock. I think this is the part where I say “he looked like a goldfish,” but actually it’s koi who are always opening and closing their mouths. Why do they do that anyway? RESEARCH TIME. But my Sunday is already occupied by my stiletto research.
“Asdfw. Aviwqv,” I think he said.
Omigosh, he’s making sounds now. Someone whip out a camera and put the boy in a zoo.
But Louis and I ignored him. Louis’ lips were soft enough, and he was a good enough snog. Hmm, I should really ask him if he wants to be friends with benefits. Just kidding. That would be too awkward, even for me.
I’m so talented. I can think so much while snogging. Multitasking for the win. Someone give me a medal. Okay, this snogging has gone on long enough. It’s interrupting my inner ranting-slash-thoughts-slash-geniusness.
“Unless you want to get us kicked out of the restaurant, we should probably stop now,” I whispered into Louis’ ear.
He stopped, and calmly walked back to his side of the booth while I caught my breath.
“You’re still here Potter?” I asked cheerfully.
“Just remember Hathaway, you were the one who rejected me,” he said, his voice sounding a bit bitter, “and I don’t give second chances easily.”
He walked away, and I felt my stomach drop. I leaned back on the sofa. Damn, it was comfy.
“I’m sorry, but it had to be done,” Louis said a bit sheepishly.
“Sorry I was so attractive I just had to be snogged,” I said, “couldn’t resist, could you?’
“Don’t flatter yourself,” Louis said, “you wanted it as much as me.”
“The fangirls are gonna hate me,” I said, “you’re opening my mail.”
“Fine,” he said.
“You know, people are actually surprised that we’ve never hooked up,” I said.
“I know right,” he agreed, “people can’t understand how we can have sleepovers and spend the whole night talking about muffins.”
“Where’s our food?” I asked.
“Maybe James stole it out of spite,” he said, “he looked right fit for murder.”
As if on cue, the waitress came with my lasagna and his ravioli.
“I wonder why he was so pissed,” I said, while inhaling the whole thing.
“You don’t know?” Louis asked, eyes sparkling.
“No,” I said, confused, “tell me.”
“Nope,” he said, “you can figure it out with your brains.”
“Ugh just tell me!” I wheedled.
“I was snogging his girl,” he said.
“Ooh when?” I asked, “You should have told me! I wanted to see his face!”
Louis smiled condescendingly at me, then went back to his pasta.
People are becoming more mysterious these days. I can’t keep up.
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The rest of the date passed without further ado. Louis and I talked about random shit. Merlin, we’re so weird. No one will ever understand me as well as he does. Except he has the whole “being nice” thing down. I SHOULD TAKE LESSONS! That seems quite boring though.
We finished our food, and he paid. It was like a proper little date. We should do this more often.
“What’d you say?” He asked, grinning.
Did I say that out loud? Screw you, brain.
He kept smiling.
Oh fuck, I said that out loud too.
I looked at him, and he nodded. Damn, I need to keep my mouth in check.
I looked at him again, and he smiled encouragingly. YES, I DIDN’T SAY THAT OUT LOUD!
He sighed.
“Yeah, you screamed that last bit,” he said.
“Let’s go, before I wreak havoc on all the dinner patrons,” I said.
We walked out, linking arms. I put my head on his shoulder. It was really big. NO THAT’S WHAT SHE SAIDS. Damn, you suck. You’re a perv, brain. Get your mind out of the gutter. Except you can’t, because you’re my mind.
“I think my shoe broke or something,” I said, “thank you, Dominique.”
I hobbled over to a bench under a lamppost.
“You let my sister help you get ready?” Louis asked incredulously, sitting next to me.
“Yeah,” I shrugged.
“My sister?! Dominique?!” He repeated.
“Yeah,” I said, “what’s the problem here?”
“She’s going to tease me about it for ages,” he groaned, “loads of people think we’re dating already you know?”
“Is that what all the “LOUIS WEASLEY IS MINE” petitioning was about?” I asked.
“Bingo,” he said.
“Just marry James,” he said, “Dom’s dying to have you as part of the family.”
I froze up at the mention of his name. Before I could answer, shit happened.
Reinforcing my belief that Potter is a vampire, he flew out of the shadows. Boo.
“Hathaway. Louis.” he said, “Fancy seeing you two here.”
“What do you want, Potter?” I said, “I’m really not in the mood.”
“I noticed,” he said, “snogging Louis really put you out of it, didn’t it?”
I rolled my eyes.
“There’s no reason to be jealous,” I said, narrowing my eyes.
“You fucking ruined my date,” he said, “what the hell are you playing at? You and I were fine, we were almost like friends. I thought we were getting somewhere. And when I asked you out, you said no! Then you went and terrorized Jenny! What the fuck is your problem?”
I backed away from him.
His eyes were flashing with anger, and he looked dead scary. It was also kind of thrilling and hot, I suppose. I mean, what? Pancakes!
“Goodbye Victoria,” he said, disappearing.
I stood there, gaping at his retreating figure, until Louis pulled me back down to sit next to him.
“How long?” he asked quietly, “How long have you been in love with my cousin?”
A/N: We're still in/near the shop. I promise you we get out of the shop next chapter. I think. Comment in the box below!
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