Last Christmas

We were awkwardly under the mistletoe outside the resturant. I didn't really want to look at him, because I was too shy. "Hey, why so shy?" Louis asked lifting my chin with one finger. There was those butterflies again. I shook my head, "Nothing." I replied quietly not looking up at the mistletoe. "Ah," he said, glancing up at it. "Mistletoe. I remember when you kissed me a little under it."
I crinkled up my nose, "Really? Gross." He laughed and bent to peck my lips. I felt a sudden rush.


2. Remember November

13 years later

I gripped my Starbucks coffee and pulled my jacket closer to my chest. It was seriously freezing out here in the Doncaster streets and plus, it was crowded this morning so it was hard to get around. But without any warning, I bumped into somebody.

Next thing you know, my coffee is spilled all over me, a guy is on top of me and I'm struggling to get him off. "Gaaaah mate. You're heavy," I grumbled, trying to identify his face. Ohmigod, it's...


"Louis? Louis Tomlinson?! Is that you?" I smiled staring into his wintery blue eyes. "Yes. Who are you?" He asked getting up and pulling me up. "Ivory Hanson! We were best friends, remember?" He tilted his head. I smiled for him to recognize the goofy smile I always had. Louis widened his eyes and pulled me into his deep, warm hugs he always gave me. "I thought I'd never see you again, Ivy."

I totally remember him calling me Ivy once and a while. 

"I thought I'd never see you again too, Lou." I said burying my face into his shoulder. Louis let me go and  looked down at my ruined jacket. I raised an eyebrow at him. He just laughed and dragged me right back to Starbucks .


"So, what happened?"

"What do you mean?" I asked taking a sip of my new Frap. Lou shrugged, "I mean, look at you! You're not the curly red head, pink braces, eight year old I've known since we were one! You look...amazing!" I blushed.


 Louis and I had a fun-filled conversation about our memories. "...Oh! Oh and remember the time we pranked Mr. Lowell! Oh my goodness! That was genius to use the pudding all over his priceless China collection! He blamed the dog!" Louis exclaimed. I laughed, "Well, you always called me the pranking queen. When I was in New York, pranking without you was no fun. And once, I almost went to jail." 

He gasped. 

I sighed, "Now, what happened to you?" Louis blushed and shrugged once more. "I don't know." 

"You don't know? You look amazing now that you are all grown up!" I grinned. He blushed again. Taking another sip, I studied his face. His beautiful blue eyes were the same, his cute shaggy, dark hair was the same. And his smile never changed. But he wasn't Little Boy Louis, he was Big Boy Louis. Louis was officially looking like he was going to grow a mustache and/or beard. 

 "I'm going to college here, you know."

I choked on my coffee. "Louis going to college? My Louis going to college? This must be a joke, mate." He shook his head. "Manchester." Now officially coughing and choking. "So am I!" 

He flashed me an award-winning smile that was sure to turn me on.  It did. 


We walked back to his flat after finishing our friendly chat together at Starbucks. We talked along the way. "So why did you come so late?" He asked. "Late entry," I replied with a shrug. Louis nodded. It felt like me and him were walking from the soccer field in the summertime when we were young. But it was just a cold, November day when we're officially adults. 



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