Over a candle lit dinner the very same evening, Louis looked into my eyes deeply, and poured me wine. I hardly knew Louis but still here he was dining me like I was his girlfriend. I felt more special then out of place. But it nagged at me the feeling of being unsafe with him, I thought about the guy he had hit, and knew right away to keep to his good side rather then his bad. I liked his good side right now, he had a flash car, was a soccer player and genuinely looked quite hot.
He drove me to the place I lived in. He rolled to a stop, and turned to me.
"I had fun" he told me "we shall have fun again"
I was silent. Did I want to see him again? Did I like being the center of his attention?
I wasn't sure, he connected our lips again, and I felt his cool hand brush my warm skin on the top of my shoulder. I flinched back, and he withdrew his hand away, smiling in the darkness.
I pop opened the passenger door and climbed out.
I fiddled with the door and glanced behind me, he was leaning over the steering wheel watching me intently. He wouldn't leave till I got in, I felt a sense of security for that, but I was also quite curious.
I opened the door, did a small wave, before shutting it a sliding the lock across. I felt safe in the confines of my house. I brushed my teeth and smiled into the mirror. I felt a strange attraction to Louis I hadn't even known him for two days, it was less then a day.
I climbed into bed and I knew I would see him again.
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Centre Stage (LouisTomlinFF) (Completed)
Fan Fiktion"How are you Love?" he spoke with a Doncaster accent. I swallowed, in my fright and returned the greeting casually. "Good, did you enjoy the show?" I had invited a discussion I realized, and I suddenly hated myself for it. He took the glass from my...
