The note Louis slid toward you was folded with a little too much care, as if he’d been planning it all night. When you opened it, the familiar handwriting read:

"Are you a campfire? Because you’re hot and I want s’more."

You couldn't hold back your laugh, the cheesy line catching you completely off guard. You glanced up at him, shaking your head in disbelief.

“Louis,” you giggled, pressing a hand to your face, “Idiot.”

His grin widened, clearly enjoying your reaction. With a low chuckle, he leaned in and pressed a quick kiss to your cheek, his lips lingering just a second longer than necessary.

“Had to make you smile somehow,” he teased, his voice warm and playful.

As the laughter settled, AJ—naturally curious—leaned forward from the other side of the table, his eyes flicking to the note in your hand.

“What’s that? What’s so funny?” he asked, trying to peek.

You quickly closed the note, holding it up higher to keep it out of his view. “Not your business, AJ,” you replied, still smiling.

Louis, with a smug grin, stuffed the note into his pocket before AJ could make another attempt. “This one’s for her eyes only.”

“Come on!” AJ groaned, leaning back in his chair. “That’s not fair!”

You and Louis shared a look, silently enjoying the little secret between the two of you, while the rest of the group continued to chat, completely oblivious to the playful exchange.