Everything in Georgina's life has been slow moving. The rolling green pastures of Montana wasn't exactly her cup of tea. The pure drama she exuded was much more fitting in the city. So after high school-and a much needed scholarship- she sets off to London University to study drama. But after an overwhelming first semester what happens when she meets the witty Louis Tomlinson on the tube? Does she throw herself into a relationship too quickly? Can she handle the onslaught of emotions he makes her feel? Her life is finally moving at the pace she's craved for so long... but will she be able to control the ride?
This story will be, in some parts, a companion to my other story Round the Corner. No you do not have to read both to understand either of the stories. They will still be separate story lines.


3. Mouthful

The bitter winter air jolted my system as I quietly stepped out of my Lit class.

Breathing in deeply I fall against the cold brick. I’m finally halfway through the semester. I am so glad I get to start winter break. All I’m going to do for the next few weeks is relax. Pulling my scarf tighter around my neck, I practically skip down the stairs.

The breeze picked up as I reached the bottom step, eliciting a girlish squeal out of me.

Oh, and don’t even get me started on the rain. I don’t think I have even seen the sun since I arrived four months ago.

Then again why would I see the sun if I never leave my apartment.

“There’s some ice up ahead I’d be careful of.” Startled from the unexpected voice at my ear, I slipped and fell right on my ass, my stuff flying out of my hands.

“What the hell,” I begin but the words get stuck in my throat when I see the owner of said startling voice.

Still donning his stripes and suspenders- and a very large smirk might I add- Louis held his hand out to me. “I tried to warn you,” He responded with a chuckle.

I brushed off his offered hand, picking myself up off the icy ground. “Are you following me?” I ask as I brush off the backs of my jeans.

“Why no, do I look like some kind of stalker?” He responded, bending down to gather my fallen books. Which is the gentlemanly thing to do, and I appreciated it greatly. I also greatly appreciated the view, a little too much for my own good.

Stalker, no. A piece of fine ass… oh yes.

“Oh, so it’s normal to see the same stranger twice in one day here?” I retorted sarcastically, secretly loving the banter between us.

Louis straightened up and walked closer to my side, but kept my books under his arm. “It’s a small country.”

Rolling my eyes I start for my books, but he turns away out of my reach. “Nuh-uh, a pretty lady such as yourself should never be caught carrying her own books. I shall save you the embarrassment and carry them myself.”

“Oh woe has been the years without such a man to carry my burdens in the form of fine literature.” My reply was supposed to be laced with sarcasm, but the giggles burst out before I could properly insert any sass.

Louis smirked at me, his eyebrows rising to his hairline. “Oh, we got a drama major on our hands here.” I shake my head and begin to walk toward the tube station.

“I’m going to take that as a compliment.”

“You should because it was.” His light blue eyes sparked to mine holding my gaze.

You’re blushing again. That’s twice in one day now. Breaking his gaze I smiled down at the sidewalk. “So, Louis what brings you to good old L.U?”

“Well, I thought it would be better to be here than where I was planning on going.”

“Why is that?”

“You were here,” He replied tenderly.

That brings it to blush: 3, my dignity: 0.

“Louis, you don’t even know me. The only significant detail I know about you is that you do not own a boat.”

His laughter was booming, making me wonder how the trees didn't shake. “Where are you headed?” He changed the subject.

“That was so not a subtle subject change.” I stood in front of him, my small stature only coming up to his chin, and laid my hand on his chest. “What are you hiding, Mr….” I trail off expecting him to tell me his last name.

He smirks and replies simply, “Tomlinson.”

“Tomlinson? Wow, what a mouthful.”

He chuckles. “What’s your last name?”

I sigh and start walking again. “Grayson. My name is Georgiana Grayson.” He catches my arm and looks at me with an incredulous look in his eyes. “I’m not kidding.”

He booms again and I look around for any falling pigeons in the sky. “And you’re calling mine a mouthful? Talk about a double-standard!”

“Hey! I’m allowed such things!” I say indignantly.

“And why, might I ask, is that?”

“Because I’m a lady, that’s why.” I smirked up at him, biting my lip when he smiled back.  

Dear Lord, I was flirting with this boy. This was bad… at least I think it was. Was it?

Louis looked down at me, the most gorgeous smile on his face as he pushed some of my long dark hair behind my ear. “Trust me, I knew you were a lady the moment I saw you.”

I was too entranced by the brilliance of his eyes to react accordingly. Which would be to smack him on the head and yell ‘cheesy’ in his face. 

I was also too busy giggling at the comment in my head to react to the fact Louis was leaning toward me. His lips stopped mere millimeters from mine.

He’s gonna kiss me. He’s legitimately gonna kiss me. Should I stop him? If we did kiss, I would imagine that everything would change. I liked this boy. Did I want to ruin any potential friendship with a silly little kiss?

The tip of his tongue shot out and licked his bottom lip.

Ah, hell. Just go for it.

I tilted my head just that extra bit and touched my lips to his.


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