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

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19. Chapter 19 "I don't even know"

Chapter 19

I don't even know

Aria’s POV

I needed to talk to the girls. Louis kissed me! The look on his face when we’d broken apart was a smile, but I’d been so nervous I was ready to cry and he hadn’t said anything since. We headed up to the suite and when I opened the door, a chicken nugget came flying at me and hit me in the forehead. I dropped my end of the basket, which resulted in Dakota’s clothes being dumped at Louis’s feet. He whined in protest. The chicken nugget bonked off my face and landed on the floor in front of me. Everyone in the room was silent for a moment before Dakota broke into absolutely maniacal laughter.

I laughed too, doubling over, allowing my full, loud laugh to come out. I hated my laugh, but the situation was just hilarious. Once everyone saw I wasn’t mad, they laughed as well and soon the room was full of roaring laughter. Louis picked up the clothes and put them in the basket as he laughed. I had fallen to my knees, laughing so hard my lungs felt like they’d been deflated.

“Oh my gosh Ari, the look on your face!” Dakota shrieked. I kept laughing. Finally, I’d relaxed to the point where I could breathe again.

When I looked up, Louis was watching me in astonishment. I clamped my mouth shut, the smile falling off my face. Of course. My laugh, I thought sadly. It figured the only guy who ever took interest in me was turned off by one of the first things anyone found out about me, my biggest insecurity, my biggest flaw. I felt tears prick my eyes. Damn. Don’t cry Aria. Don’t you dare.

I hastily excused myself into the bathroom where I sink to the floor. Well, I blew that one, was all I could think. I had my face turned to my knees when there was a knock on the door. I opened my mouth to tell the person to go away, but I didn’t trust my voice to be steady.  They knocked again.

“Aria?” Lou’s voice was concerned. “Ari? Can I come in?”

I shook my head, not caring whether or not he could see me. As if reading my thoughts, Lou spoke again. “If you’re shaking your head, love, I can’t see you. Please, can we talk?”

I croaked out a “give me a second,” before standing and straightening my clothes in front of the mirror, pulling off the lacy cover shirt, since it had a huge wet spot on the front from my tears. My eyes were red and a bit puffy, my hair wrecked. I pulled the band out of it and ran my fingers through it. I touched up my makeup the best I could without having any extra makeup to put on, fixing the smears. It was late or early and I was tired, purple circles very visible under both eyes. I took a deep breath and opened the door.

Louis stood there by the door, his eyes immediately finding mine. He took my hand and pulled me to the door, whispering, “Let’s talk out in the hall, hm?”

I nodded, though I really didn’t think I had that much of a choice. Once in the hallway, Lou turned and looked at me, taking in my make-up and hair changes, the abs absence of my cover shirt. He raised one hand and very gently rubbed away what must have been some stray makeup by my eye. His eyes were intense and looked a bit sad.

“What did you get so upset about?” he asked me, not looking in my eyes.

“The way you looked at me after I laughed… It’s okay. I understand. I know, it’s awful and I don’t expect you to like me or anything-“

I was cut off my Louis pushing me backwards until my back hit the wall, his lips on mine.  He pulled away slightly. “Are you kidding? I love the way you laugh.” I couldn’t even reply; I was trapped by his lips again.

The door opened, my friends and the boys coming out, Harry already talking “Hey Lou, we were going ot leave since it’s really late and-“ he stopped when he saw Louis and I.

 “What the hell?”

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