A Run Away (A Louis Tomlinson fanfic)

This is a One Direction fan fiction.

Kim, age 19, runs away from her home in Doncaster, UK. She meets a young lad named Louis Tomlinson, who is from the band One Direction. She's not sure if she should stick with him and his band mates, or go her own separate ways. And... they might have something between them.


5. Getting to know one another

The kiss soon ends and Louis just looks at me. I feel my heart thumping in my chest. Louis gets up and runs out. I follow, grabbing his scarf. He puts his arms on Harry's shoulders. I watch, but not revealing myself. "Harry," Louis says. I see his mouth quiver. "What?" answers Harry, who is wearing a blue blazer. Louis breathes in and out deeply. "I want to move into the same room as Kim."


Harry smiles. His pushes Louis's arms off of his shoulders. "You love her, don't ya?" says Harry, and he plops  down on the couch. Louis sits next to him, muscles stiff. "I-I do... and I think she feels the same way. Something... happened back there," says Louis, looking my way. I turn away and press my back against the wall. 

I count to five and look back. Harry is chuckling and Louis is smiling. "Alright," said Harry. "Go ask her if it's okay. I don't care. Our parents aren't here, are they?" Louis jumps up and runs into my room. But I get in there first so it looks like I wasn't eavesdropping. 

I sit on the bed and Louis runs up to me. "I-I know this is sudden but," he looks at my neck so he's not staring into my eyes. "Is it okay if we share a room...?" I grin hearing the words from him. I already heard but,   it was still a wonderful sentence.

I stand up and pressed my body against his. His hair brushed in my face. "Yes," I whispered, kissing his neck, and making my way up to his face. Soon we were making out. His tongue finds the parting in my lips and he slithers it into my mouth. I tangle my fingers into his hair and pick up the scarf. I wrap it around his neck. His tongue tastes like before, chocolate, but now I can fully taste it. He plays around with the top of my mouth and soon makes his way to the throat. We part.

"Don't leave me," says Louis, rubbing his warm fingers against my face. I mouth the words, "Never." He sighs a sigh of relief and goes to his room to get all his stuff. 

I lay down on the bed and close my eyes. I hope it'll last with Louis and I.

I think of my old house, about my dad. I bet he doesn't even care, he'll probably be happy he'll have more money for himself. But that was my house.

This is my home.

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