Last First Kiss (Sequel to "This Kiss", COMPLETED!)

*You must read the first one to understand this*
When you go back to school in September (or in our case late August) and people ask you how your summer was. And they except you to tell them that it was great! You went to the beach, met a cute guy blablabla! Well that's partly true for me. Sure my parents died and I was forced to move to California to live with my grandmother. But that could happen to anyone. I nearly died in a surfing accident, met Louis Tomlinson (and fell even more in love with him), broke his heart, watched my friends fall in love with 2 of his friends, forced to have the annoying (but beautiful) Eleanor Calder live with me and drive me completely insane, and on top of all that my ex-boyfriend Jack shows up and kidnaps me. And yes I'm still in his custody. Will I get saved? Who knows? Just read it(:
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21. A Day With Louis Tomlinson



The first thing I woke up to was Elizabeth shouting from the shower, "ELEANOR! DID YOU USE MY CONDITIONER AGAIN??" Then from her room, there was a "I didn't think you'd mind" from Eleanor. I rolled my eyes and looked up at Olivia. She rolled her eyes back at me.

"So, your big date with Louis today."

"It's not a date," I grumbled, getting up.

"Sooouuunnnds like a date," she sang. 

"It's not. I just want to know what London looks like," I said, nonchalantly. 

"Then why didn't you ask me?" asked Olivia, using her arms so she could sit up in bed. Her legs were still, unfortunately, broken.

"Because you can't move," I pointed out. She scowled at me.

"Don't remind me," she sighed. 

"Besides, Louis is actually BRITISH and has lived here. He can show me around and stuff," I said. 

"Why didn't you ask Harry? It'd get him out and about," pointed out Olivia.

"Because I wanted to ask Louis! What is wrong with that?" Olivia smiled knowingly. I huffed.

"What?" I asked.

"You liiiike him."

"No I don't."

"Yes you do."

"No I don't!"

"Yesss you do!"


"Bianca!" I sighed. 


"It is SO a date," said Olivia, smiling like a crazy monkey. I rolled my eyes.

"Think what you want, Lily, but it's not a date," I said.

"But you WANT it to be a date," said Olivia. I didn't answer. Olivia sat back, a knowing gleam in her eyes.



I sat there, thinking. It was kind of early in the morning. 8 am. I was waiting for Harry to wake up. But he wasn't waking up. After waiting five more minutes, I threw a pillow at him. He groggily opened his eyes.

"What do you want Lou?" he groaned, turning over in the bed, to face me.

"What do I wear?" I asked.

"You sound like a girl....No, worse. You sound like Zayn," joked Harry.

"Harry, really! I don't want to under-impress but at the same time I don't want to over-impress. I don't even know if it's a date or not!"

"It's definitely a date, Louis. She asked YOU to show her around London when she could've asked this sexy beast," he pointed to himself, "But instead she asked who's not as sexy of a beast as I," I rolled my eyes, "So it's a date!" 

"She never specified if it was a date or not."

"I don't think she had to, Louis. It was kind of obvious. She was blushing and all," said Harry, his eyes closed. He was done with the conversation.

"What do I do?" I asked.

"Just be yourself. She liked you for you before. She'll like you again," said Harry. What he said made sense...I suppose. Then he started snoring, indicating he had fallen asleep. I sighed and got up and dressed. Suspenders were a must. They were brown suspenders over a tan shirt. I wore white pants and a dark coat over top of it. I walked out of my room and waited by the front door. She walked over, her hair was down, wavy and dark, cascading over a gray jacket. She wore a pink hat and pink scarf. Her gloves were striped and blue. She wore blue skinny jeans underneath, sneakers at the end of her feet. 

She looked gorgeous.

But then again, Bianca always did. 

"Ready to go?" I asked, a smile on my face. She fixed her hat as she looked up at me. 

"Where to?" she asked, smiling back. 

"Tower of London!"



We walked together, my hands were in my pockets. Should I let them hang out? Would he hold them? I shook my head mentally, and kept my hands in my coat pockets. His side-swept hair was hidden underneath his hood, and his blue eyes were hidden by his sunglasses. He was hiding. 

Wouldn't want rumors to spread about us...I guess...

First we went to the Tower of London, which was amazing. He tried to 'wow' me with all this knowledge I knew he read off the internet the night before.

Second, we went for tea. It was great. I didn't normally like tea, but I liked the tea given to me, and the little tea shop. We also had lunch together as well. 

After that, we went to see Les Miserables! We got great seats and even got to meet the actors afterwards. 

Since the play was so long, the sun was about to set when we finally headed towards the London Eye. 

"The London Eye, I've always wanted to come here," I said smiling. He smiled back, his eyes still hidden from his hoodie. 

"I figured," he smiled back, "C'mon, race ya!" We started running towards it. I threw my head back, laughing as I ran ahead of him. 

"Don't underestimate me, Tomlinson," I called over my shoulder. He let out a frustrated grunt, while kicking the speed. He came up behind me, and wrapped his arms around me, picking me up and spinning me. He put me down behind him, and started running again.

"YOU CHEAT!" I cried, as I kicked up the speed. Eventually I beat him. I skipped happily around him as he mock scowled at me.

"Shut up. I let you win," he said as we climbed up into the London Eye. I tried to contain my smile as I nodded.

"Oh suure," I agreed. 

"I did!" he insisted. I just smiled. The pod thing started to rise up. It was getting dark, and the eye and the city were all lit up. It was just us two. I walked towards the window and leaned up against the bar, looking down and around at the city. 

"It's really beautiful," I sighed. 

"Yeah... My city is really beautiful I guess... But you're radiant with beauty," he whispered, coming up beside me. I looked up, surprised and kind of embarrassed at hearing his words. Like his words were supposed to be said to someone else, not me. 

"Louis..." He looked at me, and held my face in his hands as we were raised higher and higher.

"Bianca, please don't say that. Please don't say my name like that. Please just say you want to be with me as much as I want to be with you. Please just say that you care about me as much as I care about you. Please." I reached up and took off his sunglasses and smiled at his beautiful blue eyes. The blue eyes I had been craving to see since he had left that day. That regretful day in the hospital. 

"My Grandma Beverly was right," I laughed quietly to myself. 

"What?" he asked, confused.

"You really do care about me," I said, meeting his eyes again. 

"Of course I care about you," he whispered, quietly. It felt like were were falling into each other. But we weren't. Our faces were moving closer and closer.

"I'm afraid of these feelings I have for you," I barely breathed, "I'm afraid, with these feelings, you can hurt me more than I can imagine."

"I won't hurt you, Bianca, I promise," he whispered, "I love you." I shook my head gently.

"No you don't."

"Yes, I do. I love you." I looked deep into the ocean that he called his eyes.

"I care about you, Louis, that's all I can say right now," I whispered. He smiled as he glanced at my lips and then into my eyes again.

"That's enough for me," he said, before his lips pressed against mine. I raised my arms up around his neck, and his hands moved down to the small of my back. He pulled me in closer as our kiss deepened. I smiled a little.

I might've been craving his eyes... But I was craving this kiss more. 

And it was everything I had ever dreamed. 



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