Where Do We Go From Here?

Aria, Dakota, Victoria, Selena, and Sasha are fresh out of their 9th grade year. They're dreaming of big celebrities and realize how close their dreams may be. One Direction/Ed Sheeran Fanfiction


18. Chapter 18 "How Am I Supposed To Feel About This?"

Chapter 18

How Am I Supposed To Feel About This?

Louis’s POV

I’d offered to go with Ari to the Laundromat down the street. Wait, what did I just call her? Anyway, she accepted and we were carrying the laundry basket between us since I didn’t want her to carry the load and she didn’t want me to. She definitely was used to getting her way and I could see why. That girl didn’t give in.

We’d stepped into the hallway and pressed the call button for the elevator. When the doors opened, they revealed a familiar blond boy with his lips attached to a brunette girl’s. Ari’s mouth dropped open in astonishment. There it was again. Oh well, that’s what I’m calling her now! Niall pulled back, revealing Victoria. Both of them looked at us, blushing madly.

“We’ll take the other elevator,” Ari said, quickly stepping backwards, yanking her half of the basket with her.

I laughed for a moment. “Careful, Victoria. Nialler here is quite the cheeky one,” I teased. Niall blushed harder and Victoria giggled, looking down at her hands.

Ari tugged the basket again, a bit harder this time, and I obliges, letting her drag me toward the other elevator. “Bye!” she yelled over her shoulder. I laughed and followed her, whining about the fact that we’d left without getting our food.

We hurried to the Laundromat, which turned out to be next door. Ari threw Dakota’s clothes into a dryer and popped some quarters into the slot. She took a seat on top if one of the washing machines. I set the basket down and walked closer as she swung her legs around, humming to herself. She smiled at me.

I stood in front of her knees, stopping her feet in my palms, grinning jokingly at her while I did. She giggled, blushing sweetly and catching her lip between her teeth. Got her. I released her shoes and stepped between them, closer to her, always closer. She blushed harder and raised her playful eyes to mine, releasing her lip and smiling at me quizzically.

Wow. That smile would be the death of me. Her eyes sparkled as her eyebrows furrowed. “Lou?” The shortened version of my name sounded like a question. I made a little noise, encouraging her to continue.  “What are you doing?”

I stepped closer, leaning down, intending to press my lips to hers. I was sure she could hear my heart pounding and I thought I might hear hers, too. My lips were so close to touching hers when the dryer’s buzzer went off, startling both of us. She jumped, her eyes and cheeks dark, falling off the edge of the washer right into my arms. She looked up at me apologetically and opened her mouth, but I wouldn’t let the similar apology fall from her lips.

I crashed my lips on hers, realizing just how much I’d needed that kiss. All of the nervousness I’d been painfully aware of melted away when she kissed me back. After a moment, she pulled away. I was smiling and she was too, but there was something else there. Almost like she was about to cry.

Ari looked to the clock by the door. “It’s almost 1:30. We should get the clothes and go.”

I nodded and helped her get everything back in the basket. We each picked up our half of the basket, walking back to the hotel in a strange silence. What on earth had just happened? All I knew was that I really needed to talk to the boys.

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