After the shopping trip with Blair, Louis and I have been in constant contact with one another. From texting to secret late night phone calls and FaceTimes (so Margo doesn't hear) and everything in between, it's fair to say we've stayed in touch. I don't think anyone has looked forward to a couple breaking up than we have with him and Margo.

Turns out that the day when his parents finally pay off their debts and Louis can break up with Margo is exactly two day before my seventeenth birthday. So my plan at the moment is to ask him out on a date the day after he breaks up with her, and I'm using today to work out what we're going to do and all of that fun stuff if he says yes. As of now, the day of the breakup is only a week away.

For my birthday on the day after the (possible) date, Blair and Oliver insisted on hosting an extravagant party for me with an impressive assortment of food, activities, etc. I politely declined, not wanting all of that attention and such to fall on me.

Funnily enough, Louis told me he wanted to throw a little party too and to that I agreed. He promised he'd keep it small and had a few small surprises for me, so I'm more than excited.

The Huxley's have an office in their house, right next to Margo's room and I head in there to look up restaurants to take Louis. I'm not sure if he's the type to prefer romantic candlelight dinners or cheap food and arcade games, so I try to find a happy medium as I begin to search the web.

For the date that I'm 99% sure Louis will agree to, I already have an outfit picked out and an excuse set up if any of the Huxley's wonder where I'm headed all dressed up. Thanks to the closet additions Blair helped me shop for at the mall, mixed with the clothes I already owned, I have an outfit picked out already.

I'm going to wear one of the printed shirts and black skinny jeans. And just like she promised, the pair of shoes Blair and I picked out - a suede pair of brown boots and black soles - will pair well with the rest of my outfit and look nicer than wearing my old Vans.

As for the excuse, I'm just going to say Louis' family invited me to meet them and have dinner with them a week or so before the breakup, and I wanted to dress up to look presentable. And if they ask why I'm still going because the Tomlinson's on the day Margo split up with Louis, I'm telling them that it would be impolite of me to cancel after promising I'd be there. Hopefully I can slip out on my own but if they ask where I'm headed off to it feels like a pretty full-proof excuse.

Speaking of going places, Oliver actually gave me a spare set of keys so I can drive one of his many cars if I ever need to go anywhere. I got my license back at the agency (Claudia took me to take my Driver's Test - thank you, Claudia) and I'm appreciative that Blair and Oliver trust me and give me so much freedom. It's way more than I'm used to in comparison to other families, and it's really nice. But with that being said, this freedom doesn't mean I'll be using it in ways they might approve of.

Little do they know I'll be taking their fancy, expensive car to drive their beloved daughter's gay, ex-boyfriend to a nice restaurant on a date the day after they broke up. Oh, and not to mention I'm paying for the meal with the spending money they gave me. Anything for young love, right? It's a risk I'm willing to take and the less they know, the better.

Anyway, I just find it ironic and slightly funny that I'm actively Googling different restaurants in downtown London as Margo and Louis are in the room next to me doing whatever they do with one another. Hopefully it's nothing sexual, though, because these walls are thin.

I can't help but overhear their conversation as I read over a restaurant's menu from a place called 305 Italian (Yelp reviews said it was good?) and of course, I don't mean to eavesdrop on their conversation while I read but... it's a little late for that.

"My little mush, come cuddle with meee," Margo says in a sing-songy voice from the other room and I hear her turn on the start of a movie or a tv show.

" 'm comftorable here in this beanbag chair," Louis sounds friendly enough, but his voice has an edge of annoyance that I wonder if she picks up on or not.

"Louuu," She whines, "You don't expect me to watch a romcom movie all by myself, do you?"

"I'm right here, like... less than a meter away from you," His voice is flat and quiet and I barely make it out. He sounds tired. Completely exhausted of her, actually, if I had to guess.

She's really loud and people across the world can probably hear her sigh dramatically as she pauses the movie. "Mushie, what's wrong?" It takes all of my self control not to laugh at the pet name, because then Margo would know I was in the office and listening in on them.

"Nothing, I'm fine." He says curtly and I hear the beanbag shift around, indicating he's gotten up and joined her on the bed, "Is this better?"

"Yes. Thank you, baby. Can I have a kiss?" No, you can't have a kiss, Margo. Your boyfriend is literally gay.

It's silent for a few seconds and then Louis clears his throat and the movie resumes. They're really quiet after that as the movie plays, and I return my attention to the computer screen. I don't know them or have the phone numbers of any of Louis' friends so I can't really ask them what types of foods he likes to eat.

I pick the Italian restaurant whose menu I was looking at before Margo and Louis started talking because the food sounds really good and it's not overly elegant or fancy. After a quick phone call, they said they have available tables on the day I hope to go, so I place a reservation a week in advance just in case.

On a whim, I search up nearby hotel rooms in case the date goes well even though I'm probably too young to book one. However, they're way out of my price range and I'm not quite sure how I'd explain getting a hotel room for me and Louis - or for Louis' whole family as far as Blair and Oliver are concerned - without sounding a bit suspicious.

Content with finding a restaurant where we could eat, I close out all the tabs and clear the memory on the computer so Margo doesn't have any chance of finding out about this.

I think the rest of the date will be fun if Louis and I just walked around downtown London. It's something I've been too young to do by myself with past foster families, and too far away from the agency to take a day trip there on one of the bikes they have.

I slip out of the office and head back to my room as quietly as possible. Blair and Oliver are both downstairs discussing rich people stuff like the stock market and the economy, and I'm not exactly interested in joining that type of conversation.

I flop down on my bed and play a few rounds of the FIFA game Louis decided to keep in my room so we can play together when he's over. Time flies after two wins and one loss, and I pause my fourth football match when there's a knock on my door.

"Who is it?" I sit up and quickly flatten the sheets on my bed so my room doesn't look as messy at first glance.

"It's Lou. Can I come in?"

"Yeah," The door swings open and he closes it behind him, sighing as he lays down on my bed next to me, staring at the ceiling.

"Mushie, what's wrong?" I repeat Margo's words with a snicker (I'm more concerned with Margo knowing I overheard some of their conversation and less concerned about Louis). He furrows his eyebrows and groans, hitting my arm. I just laugh and lay down on my back next to him as we turn to face one another.

"God, I hate that nickname so much. You were listening next door, weren't you?" Louis laughs to himself and I nod.

"Maybe,"

Louis kisses my lips quickly, grinning. "You aren't the quietest person ever, you know. Don't think I didn't hear you leaving their office and failing at walking quietly down the hallway when you were done,"

"Am I really that loud?" Damn, I thought I was being sneaky. Either that or Louis has wickedly good hearing.

He nods. "I'm not the quietest person either, don't worry. I can be really loud,"

"Like when?" I ask without thinking and mentally curse at myself, but Louis just smirks.

"Well, I'm naturally loud whenever I yell or raise my voice, just like anyone would be," He scooches a smidge closer to me and drops down to a whisper, "But when provoked, I can be even louder. Maybe one day you'll find out,"

Fuck, fuck, fuck. Yes, please. I like the sound of that.

"Really?" Is all I say and Louis kisses me again, this time on my forehead. I smile and blush at the gesture.

"Yes, really," Louis rolls over to lay on top of my stomach, both of our chests rising and falling in sync as he plays with my curls.

"These next seven days are going to feel like a lifetime," I sigh.

One week is seven days, 168 hours, 10,080 minutes, or however you wish to count it. But all I want is to fall in love with the blue-eyed boy infront of me right this very second.

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