"I don't know,Rachel! It's not like I count every time!" I giggled. After I picked up my roommate, Rachel, we drove back home and were currently sitting on the couch, she just asked me how many times Louis and I kissed.

"Oh come on you know you did!" She joked, throwing a piece of popcorn at me.

"Fine maybe like 5 or six," I admitted.

"I knew it," she smirked, pulling her dirty blonde, medium length, hair into a low pony tail.

"You have to promise me you won't freak out tomorrow when he comes over okay?"

"I know, I know, I won't I promise!" She groaned.

"Okay good," I looked at the clock it was almost midnight. "I'm going to bed," I yawned, pushing Rachel's legs off me and standing up.

"Going to bed early are we?"

I smiled, I usually go to be around three or four am. "Yeah, I don't want to be crabby tomorrow. And I'm getting up early-ish to shave."

"Okay goodnight."

"Night," I mumbled walking to the stairs, to the left, to my room.

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I woke up around 9:30 am. I untangled from my blankets and ran a brush through my hair. I walked across my floor to my (personal) bathroom that was attached (to my room) I plugged my phone into the speakers and blasted the music as I got into the shower.

"I walk this empty street, on the boulevard of broken dream, I don't know where it leads but it's home to me and I walk alone, ahhah ahhah ahhhah," I sang as a ran the razor over my legs with precision to make sure they were nice and smooth for the pool today. I waged the rest of y body, an hair and stepped out, drying off my body to the song "Royals" by Lorde. I steeped out onto my pink fluffy bathroom rug.

"I never seen a diamond in the flesh, I cut my teeth on wedding rings in the movies," I sang along to the odd lyrics of the catchy song and opened the bathroom door, still blasting the music into my room. I put on a bra and undies and put on a washed out Captain America tee with his shield on it. I threw in some short shorts and wrapped my hair in a towel. I shut off my music and walked downstair. I poured a bowl of Froot Loops and sat on the counter, scooping the sugary o's into my mouth. After I was finished I dumped my empty bowl in the sink and walked back upstairs through my room into my bathroom. I towel dried my hair and combed it out, spraying it with "Blow-dry spray" to help it dry faster. My hair is very thick and it takes a while to dry. After a while I though I damaged my hair with the hot air enough, so I brushed it and let it air dry for a bit. I had to wake Rachel I and she got dressed and by 11:50 I was outside pulling the plastic blue cover off the pool.

"KATELYN, THE DOOR!" Rachel screamed from inside the house. I ran inside and opened the door to see Louis there, cute as ever in a pair of swim trunks and a tee shirt.

"Hey," I smiled pressing a quick peck to his cheek.

"Hi," he blushed and I led him out back to the pool.

"Okay, I'm going to get changed and you can swim," I smiled and ran upstairs, I changed into a simple black bikini. I put my hair up in a loose bun and jogged back downstairs. "Is it cold?" I asked as Louis emerged out of the water. He didnt answer he just stared at me with a adorable smile on his face. "Stop staring," I blushed as the heat rose to my cheeks. Just then, Rachel walked outside.

"Louis this is Rachel, Rachel, Louis,"

"Hi," she shrugged.

"Hello," he glanced at her and smiled then turning his attention back to me. "Get in," he said as he swam over to the edge of the pool. Rachel went back inside.

"Is it cold?"

"Not really just get in,"

"Uhh," I looked uneasily at the clear water and sat down on the edge, dipping my feet in. "It IS cold!"

"You get used to it just jump!"

"No!" Louis grabbed my hand and looked at me I nodded slowly as he pulled me into the water. I shivered and clung to the wall. "I'm cold," I whined.

"I know what will warm you up," Louis smirked.

"And what's that?" I asked with a cheeky smile as he inched closer to me. When he got close enough he pulled me close and placed his lips on mine. I smiled into the kiss and placed my hands on either side of his neck. Just then I heated rattling at the wooden gate of the fence that went around the back yard of the house.

"It won't open!" Someone grumbled.

"Let me try!" A Irish accent said. I looked at Louis confused and he shot me an apologetic look. Then three British and one Irish boy fell through the gate on to the ground in a heap.

"Hi Katelyn!" They all said in unison.