“No, let me,” he exclaimed happily before ripping it off, “it looks so much better on me anyways.” “Fine, I give it back Tomlinson,” you laughed, groaning before starting to take it off in the middle of the kitchen. Louis opened his mouth, acting surprised and shocked, finally making you laugh. “Why not? I’m doing the laundry anyway, I might just wash it twice in a week,” you teased, raising an eyebrow while you tried to muffle few giggles. “That’s not yours to take,” he whispered to your ear, grinning when you turned around to look at him, cocky smile on your face. You smiled, feeling how his blue eyes scanned you from head to feet, admiring your short shorts and his white, black tank top you stole. Louis: “Well hello there,” his voice was mischievous when he walked behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist.
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