“Shit…” you mumbled to yourself as you felt one of your shopping bags leave your grip and smack the pavement sharply. No one around you halted from their hustle and bustle — You were just another passerby who needed to move the hell out of their way. You snatched up your bag, shaking your head in disbelief as you made your way down the streets of London. This crisp, bone-chilling air was never your favorite feature of the city in Autumn, but you couldn’t help but love it here. So you threw on your scarf, coat, and hat, and made the best of things. It would be easier if you didn’t have to take a taxi cab, though. You had just started out here, so you had enough money to pay your rent, but not quite enough to afford your own car. But, it’ll have to do.
You had decided to get your Christmas shopping out of the way, so you got about half of it done today, and your feet were begging for relief. You found an opening on the curb where you could try your best to catch a driver’s attention, which was never easy. “Taxi!” You dropped two of your bags to your side and waved your hand, signalling to one of the drivers.Vwoom. No stop. Again. Vwoom. No stop. Again. This time, the man stomped forcefully on his breaks, causing a shrill whistle to trail behind his vehicle, bringing it to an abrupt stop. He saw your bags and immediately popped open the trunk for you, but not leaving the comfort of his heated car to help you. “Lazy ass prick…” Recently you had been murmuring things to yourself. You just weren’t quite accustom to living on your own, you guessed, so you needed someone to vent to on occasion.
You slammed the large metal hatch down and heard it click as you sighed exaggeratedly, standing behind the yellow car for a second or two with your hand placed precariously on the cold metal. You weren’t thinking, just building up the energy to open the door and plop down inside the car. You dragged yourself around the car and slid into the seat, buckling your seat belt and breathing out, “West End Flats,” not looking up to meet eyes with the driver in her mirror. Out of the corner of your eye you saw him nod and then turn to look for a space in the fast-moving cars surrounding you. It was incredibly warm in the taxi, but not uncomfortably warm. It was like a sensation, and your legs began to regain strength, tingling a bit. “Hi.” You snapped your head to the right to be met with a male figure. Has he been in here this whole time… You thought, unable to speak as you were pierced with his aqua eyes. He was genuinely pretty. Not girl pretty, but man pretty. His eyes were formed into crescents as he bared his pearly teeth, grinning a sickeningly sweet grin, his cheekbones prominent and lined with light stubble that accented his bronze skin. My oh my, was he something. “You alright, babe?” You were just staring blankly at the man, and just as you were going to speak, the taxi jolted forward, sending your body back into the plush leather.
The tires of the car soon glided smoothly across the paved roads of London, bringing you upright and into your previous position. You turned to face him once again as you felt the same tingling sensation in your legs again — Not from the heat, but from the way he just looked at you. He made complete eye-contact with you as if he could list your every secret and be positive he was correct. “I’m (Y/N).” You blurted as you felt your eyelids spring open wider than humanly possible. Why. Why on God’s green Earth did I start out with that… He just smiled again, looking down into his denim clad thighs and then back up at you. “Beautiful. I’m Louis.” He extended his hand for you to shake. You timidly slid your much smaller hand into his, fitting it smoothly in like the oh-so important puzzle piece. He didn’t shake your hand, just squeezed it firmly and then dropped.
He just stared at you. Googled over you. Licked his lips as his eyes trailed over and memorized every feature in your face. It was flattering and comforting knowing that you weren’t the only one awkwardly staring at the person you just met in the back of a taxi cab. he chuckled and looked out your window behind you, trying to avoid eye-contact now. “Sorry, you’re just… I know this is a bit forward, but would you like to come back to my flat with me?” Oh God, yes, sweet, sweet lord I would love to. You tucked your lower lip under your top row of teeth to keep from smiling like an idiot and you settled for a childish grin and nodded, scrunching up your nose and bringing your shoulders to your ears for a second or two. He roped his lip under his teeth as well, his lips now matching yours. “You’re so cute…” You felt your entire body flush warmer than ever before and turn a bright shade of crimson.
The driver slowed his driving in front of a larger set of apartments as Louis leaned forward and handed him cab fair for two and said, “She’s off with me now.” He nodded and popped the trunk again, sliding his money into a silver money clip sitting in his ash tray. You exited the cab opposite of Louis who was already pulling bag after bag out of the car, lacing them onto his muscular forearms. “You got it?” You asked, reaching for the last bag but being excused from your duty as Louis gripped it firmly in his left hand, nodding and smiling under the pressure on his arms. You closed the hood of the trunk and followed on the smooth walkway leading to a brick flat. “There’s a spare under the mat, love. You mind getting it for me?” His accent was like syrup slipping down a stack of crepes, and oh did you like crepes. Anything for you my prince. You bent down and lifted the corner of his ‘Welcome’ mat and picked up the small silver trinket, sliding it into the lock easily, turning it to the left, and unlocking the door. “Pardon me…” Louis squeezed through the front door with all of your shopping bags as you placed the key in it’s cliche hiding place, entering the apartment and closing the door securely behind you.
It was cute. It was small, and meant to be a warm environment, but he had remodeled a bit, and it looked as if IKEA threw up. And I mean that in the nicest this-looks-cool-and-modern kind of way. Louis was bent over the metallic coffee table, unraveling himself from all of the bags, his biceps clenching as the bags slid down from his arms one by one. Those muscles are orgasmic. He stood into an upright position, smiling and sliding his hands carelessly into his back pockets like he didn’t just lift pounds upon pounds worth of Christmas gifts. He sighed happily, raising his eyebrows and meeting eyes with you again. “I promise I don’t usually bring girls home like this. You just had something that I was drawn to…” He trailed off, his eyes no memorizing your body rather than your face. He took long, slow strides towards you. Well, you couldn’t tell if he was really taking his steps like that, or you were just living in your own music video in your head. He was that gorgeous.
Before you can take another breath, his warm, coffee-scented breath is already washing over your fragile body. It pierced you, and you swore you felt the skin on your left shoulder split into two. “You’re really beautiful.” His words drip down his plump lips and shimmy through his stubble, snaking their way through the air and prickling at your throat, sucking the moisture from it and making you swallow hard. You tried to speak, but nothing came out but a faint squeaky-whimper thing. “(Y/N)…” His voice was not husky and filled with an almost drowsy appearance, but that wasn’t it. “Do you know how long I’ve been waiting for a girl like you to walk into my life?” You didn’t know if this was a rhetorical question or not, so you kept quiet. He reached around to the small of your back, pulling you towards him and pressing your chest to his. He leaned into your ear and whispered, “Too long…” You felt goosebumps poke up through your skin all over your body as he pressed his lips ever-so gently to your ear lobe.
He pulled back just enough to pierce his eyes into yours again, analyzing you for a second or two before his leaned in, pressing his lips to yours. It felt so perfect, and it’s what you’ve been wanting from the moment you saw him in the cab, but you stopped in your tracks. You didn’t know what to do. This man made you so weak and so flustered that you had forgot was ‘kissing’ was. Do I just like… Move my lips? How do I forget this shit? Come on, (Y/N), pull it together… You brought your hand up to his cheek, blanketed evenly in facial hair, and caressed it gently, moving your lips in sync with Louis’. He tensed his muscles, bringing you closer to him and closing any spaces there might be between to two of you. You pushed back on his lips a little, applying force as he then did the same. He smirked into the kiss as you did not shortly after, This had became a game, and you were eager to play.
He dipped your body back slightly, nipping at your bottom lip teasingly. You moved your hand to the back of his neck as he snapped his lips from yours, bringing them back down immediately and starting all over again. Soon, the kisses were placed in short spurts, moving your head at different angles after each kiss. Louis brought his hands up to your neck wear your scarf was wrapped fashionably, and began untying it quickly, fumbling with the soft material until it was removed from your skin. He tossed it onto the couch along with your beanie that you pulled from your head, never breaking the kiss. He pressed the heels of his hands into the large collar of your pea-coat, bringing it down your shoulders and passed your elbows, finally taking it in his hands and placing it on the sofa with the rest of your attire. Finally, Louis left your lips with apop and looks at you, admiring your thermal clad torso and slightly mussed hair where your hat was shielding your scalp from the blistering cold.
“I think I need you, (Y/N)… Right now.” He licked his lips slowly and peeled his sweater from his body, tossing it to the side to reveal his chest and abdomen. He wasn’t chiseled by God himself, but he was definitely defined. You smiled and brought your hands to his chest, trailing your fingers down his torso, dipping a finger in each indenture and crevice of his body, memorizing it. He just watched you in awe. “Louis…” The first word you had spoke in quite some time. Your voice sounded a bit raspy and rough, but you didn’t mind. You hooked your fingers in the waistband of his jeans, quickly falling to your knees and painfully slowly unbuttoning his trousers. He kicked off his toms, showing no socks. He feet didn’t smell, but your nose had been a tad clogged with allergies. He slid his legs skillfully from his pants and kicked them, leaving him in Topman boxer-briefs.