A Friend in London

One Direction Fan Fiction.

Krista and her boyfriend of 5 years break up and she has nowhere to go. Her best friend Robyn decides to take her on a whirlwind journey to London to escape. Everything is going smooth until Harry Styles and Louis Tomlinson enter the picture. Will everything continue to go smoothly or will they ruin their chances of ever having a normal life again?

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Robyns POV

I walked out of the house in a hurried frenzy. My mind was racing with the thoughts of what tonight really had in store for me. I couldn’t believe this was happening. I was seriously about to meet Louis for dinner. There was a white car at the foot of the drive with a man in a black suit standing next to the door with a single purple iris in his hand. He smiled as I approached the car. He opened the door for me and I climbed in, my heart beating so fast I thought it would beat out of my chest. As soon as my head went through the door, I saw him. He was wearing tan chinos a navy button up dress shirt and of all things, suspenders. That devious little shit. I was supposed to be meeting him there, and here he is, in the car waiting for me. He caught the look on my face and laughed.

“I thought…” I stammered out.

“Yeah, well I thought it wouldn’t be a proper date if I didn’t pick you up. I’d like to think I can be a gentleman sometimes.”

“So you let the driver open the door for me? A little lazy of you isn’t it?” I smirked a  little.

“I wanted to surprise you. That’s all. Do you like the flower? I didn’t think to ask what was your favorite, or if you were allergic or…”

“It’s beautiful. Thank you.”

We sat on opposite sides of the car, facing each other for a few moments when I decided to be forward and slid across next to him. He blushed when my leg touched his. HE BLUSHED. He slowly reached for my hand and held it in his. Not with fingers intertwined, but how old people hold hands. You know, palm to palm fingers together, just thumbs touching. It felt like this is where we were both supposed to be. Of course I like the romance, it’s adorable, but looking him over in those fucking suspenders was driving me crazy. I seriously wanted to rip them off with my teeth. He hasn’t worn suspenders in MONTHS. Well at least according to the media photos he hasn’t, and he chose tonight of all nights to wear the one thing that made me want to ruin his fucking world. Those would definitely come in handy after dinner.

We drove through Primrose into downtown and then the driver pulled a harsh left and within minutes there were no more posh buildings to be seen. Just grass and trees. Where was he taking me? He saw the questioned look on my face and smiled.

“I was going to take you to dinner downtown, but I didn’t wan’t paps around. Especially since El and I just broke up, I don’t need people down my throat about taking another woman out so quickly. I hope you don’t mind. We’re going to a friends house. He’s out of town and said I could use it anytime I wanted. It’s beautiful, in the country. I really think you’ll love it. But don’t worry, I can take you home whenever you want, you don’t have to feel obligated to stay with me tonight if you don’t want to. I just figured since we were so far out of town, that we’d spend the night. Separate beds of course…”

He wouldn’t stop talking. He was so nervous. It was awkward for me to even listen to him. It was hysterical and it took everything I had not to laugh at him. Louis, nervous? Around me? It must be the end of days. And I couldn’t even explain why I wasn’t panicking anymore. He made me feel so relaxed, at home. 

“Separate beds?” I raised an eyebrow. “You think I’m letting you take me on a date in the English countryside to a secluded home, while you’re wearing suspenders, just to sleep in separate beds? You’ve got another thing coming Tommo.”

He laughed nervously again and all I could think was that he was going to ruin this for both of us if he didn’t relax. I reached over him to the side of the car where there were a few bottles and glasses in a shallow cooler. I grabbed the whiskey and poured us both a shot. I handed him his glass and placed mine to my lips. 

“To separate beds.” I laughed as I shot the cold liquor down my throat.

He looked at me with his sassy eyebrow cocked and took his shot as well. As the glass left his lips, I saw a small smile tugging at the corner. He was looking me up and down like a Lion stalks its prey. He bit his bottom lip into his mouth and I saw those perfect canines flash. Before I even knew what hit me, he was on top of me in the car. 

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We felt the car slow to a stop and both quickly adjusted our clothing back to normal. He was fumbling with his belt and I was trying to get my blazer back on before the driver go to the door. Louis got out first so he could hold the door for me. We started to walk up to the house when I heard the driver calling me.

“Miss? Miss Robyn, I believe this is yours?” He winced as he came jogging up to us both, handing me my black bra, by the strap. 

“Oh, um, thank you. I…”

Louis just laughed and grabbed my hand pulling me to the front door.

The house was gorgeous, he wasn’t lying. 

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Louis was not a very good cook, by most standards. So I was lucky that he had brought prepared food with him. Baked Eggplant, Ziti topped with fresh tomatoes and basil and lots and lots of red wine. 

We ate at the bar in the kitchen, talking, laughing just getting to know each other.  I mean I couldn’t tell him everything I knew about him already via the internet, that would just be weird. So as he went over things a stalker like me already knew, I just nodded and smiled. This dinner was taking too long. I really just wanted to rip his clothes off again. This night was going to be the best night of his life. I was going to make sure of it. 

I’m pretty sure we defiled every surface of his poor friends house by the time we finally settled down for the last bottle of wine while sitting in bed watching late night television. We both sat indian style on the bed playing a drinking game to Chatty Man, every time Alan rolled his eyes we both had to drink. We were half a bottle down in the first 25 minutes.

This was seriously the best date I could have asked for. I’ve only been in London a week and have successfully kissed Louis Tomlinson without a proper date, snagged a date, had sex with him in a car, ate dinner with him, played drinking games, and fucked his brains out all over his friends house. Yes, I am awesome.

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