Chapter 2 - Here's My Number

I knocked quietly on the large wooden door, unsure of whether they would hear me or not. But sure enough, seconds later I heard Louis shout, "Come in, beautiful!"

I laughed as I shoved the door open and was instantly swept into someone's arms. I could tell it was Louis because his beanie fell onto the floor. "Get. Off. Louis!" I struggled against his iron grip on me.

"What was that? Squeeze harder? Well, okay then," he laughed, pulling me even tighter.

I placed my hands against his chest and with all the strength in me I pushed him away. I was majorly out of breath while Louis and the others rolled around the floor laughing.

"It's not funny," I huffed, struggling to hold back a laugh.

"Aw, I'm sorry Gracey," Louis said in a baby voice, walking back over to me, arms spread for a hug.

"Oh, no. Not again, Tomlinson," I giggled, wiggling a finger in his face.

I walked over and sat down next to Harry on the little couch in the corner. "Watcha doin'?" I asked in a sing-song voice.

He looked up from his phone and smiled at me. "Angry Birds," He grinned.

I rolled my eyes, "What is everyone's obsession with that game? It can't be that good," I stated.

Harry's mouth dropped and formed a perfect 'o' shape.

"Hello, Earth to Harry," I laughed, waving my hand in front of his face.

Liam noticed Harry's comic expression and walked over to chat.

"If the wind changes you'll stay like that, Haz," he laughs.

Harry's face flushed red. Liam and I were sniggering behind our hands so that Harry wouldn't see.

"Meanies!" Harry shouted at us, before running to the other side of the room, to sit on Niall.

"So, Grace-" Liam started, but he didn't get to finish his sentence because, at that moment, Louis threw himself on top of me.

"Whey-hey!" Louis shouts, bouncing on top of me.

"Louis," I shout, which makes him stop bouncing. "For risk of repeating myself, get off."

He slid onto the couch next to me, still sitting partially on top me. "How's it going?" He had his arm along the back of the couch behind me, so I leant back slightly, getting comfortable on his chest.

After a while, Liam left to go phone his girlfriend, leaving Louis and I alone.

"Hey you," Louis giggled, poking me in the back of my head.

"Bully," I accused. He just laughed.

Even though Liam had moved, we stayed close on one half of the sofa. We were comfortable. A warm, comfortable, tangled mess. Louis still had his arm along the back of the settee; I was sitting partially on his lap with my legs spread across the length of the couch.

We sat talking and laughing with each other for about an hour. I never even noticed how close we were until Harry came over and pointed it out. I moved away, shyly, a pink blush creeping up into my cheeks. I couldn't help but notice that Louis looked a little disappointed.

Eventually, the boys' manager came in and told them they had to leave. "Tonight was fun, even though Lou was hogging you," Harry laughed, earning a slap on the back of the head from Louis. I blushed, again. "We should meet up again."

"I'd love that," I grinned, picking up my bag and heading for the door.

"Where are you going?" Louis asked me as I put my hand on the door handle.

"Home," I stated, confused.

"Not without my number," he winked.

I laughed. "Smooth."

He handed me a piece of paper with his mobile number scrawled on it, covered in smiley faces.

"I'll text ya!" I called, before walking through the now open door, smiling to myself.