She's Not Afraid - A Louis Tomlinson Fanfiction

21-year old Louis Tomlinson is a normal college student studying at London University: He’s living a good social life with his four best friends, partying and making plans for his very near future. But then something new and unpredictable got pushed into the picture: Love. Before Louis knows it, he’s fallen for a girl that he barely knows - and she is basically the definition of a "wild child". As their relationship sprouts, he will have to face problems he had never dreamt of handeling before and feel the backside of the gold medal known as love: Betrayal, hatred, loss and misery. *Check out the trailer in the sidebar! :)*


12. Chapter Eleven

When I looked around, I noticed that the Ferris wheel had stopped moving right when we were at the top.

“Why aren’t we moving?” I curiously asked and looked down at the ground; the liftman was again leaning against the fence, obviously half-asleep.

“Oh, I just had a nice talk with him. He’ll get us down in an hour or so,” Louis said. “There was no money involved in our agreement, I can promise you that.” I snickered because I knew it wasn’t quite true; I had learned to know that he liked to use sarcasm.

He kissed me on the forehead and started to gently stroke my hair as I asked him, “Then what are we going to do for the next sixty minutes?”

“Luckily, I know a great cook,” he said and picked up the basket from my lap. “And I made him make us some sandwiches. Hopefully he hasn’t poisoned them.”

I took a look in the basket and saw a couple of classic sandwiches that looked relatively eatable and a deep-green flask made of glass. “Picnic in the Ferris wheel,” I said and shot a smile at Louis. “If this was your surprise, then I have to tell you that I love it.” He whispered a silent “thank you” to me and pulled out the flask from the basket. He popped it open and poured the red wine inside of it into two tall glasses. He handed me the one of them and I took a little sip of the tasty, red liquid.

“So who did you say made these?” I said when I picked up one of the sandwiches.

“Just one of my friends; Harry.”

I nodded slowly. Louis talked about these four closest friends of his every now and then, but he knew I didn’t like to hear too much about them. Not that I had something against them, I was sure that they were great, but every time he mentioned his friends in front of me, I couldn’t help but feel sad that I would not get to meet them—in the state I was in I wasn’t even close to ready of doing something like that.

“Come on, take a bite,” he pursued me when I didn’t start eating. “Tasting it won’t hurt!” He grinned and I shrugged my shoulders before I took the first bite. As Louis had said, the cook that had made the sandwiches was amazing; at least these ones were.

“You have got to taste this,” I said with my mouth full of food. “It’s incredible!” He made a face and looked hesitantly down at the other sandwich in the basket. “Actually, I’m not that hungry…” he said and awkwardly scratched the back of his neck.

What? Louis Tomlinson wasn’t in the mood for eating?

I took the sandwich from the basket and stuffed the end of it into his mouth before he could get to do anything. “Come on, take a bite!” I intimidated him with a grin on my face. “Tasting it won’t hurt!”

He rolled his eyes at me, but did as I said and chewed a bit on the food, before he at last swallowed. “You’re right,” he said with Christmas lights in his eyes, “this is incredible. Dash the first thing I said, I’m hungry!”

   The sandwiches disappeared into out stomachs within a short space of time, and Louis tapped his fit stomach with his one hand. “I’m so full,” he said. “Maybe it wasn’t a good idea to eat that sandwich anyway.” His body lifted slightly off the seat as he let out a small belch.

“Ewe,” I laughed with a frown on my face. “And please stop acting like you didn’t enjoy that sandwich.”

Louis shook his head and pointed at the sky that seemed to be the only thing within our view. “Isn’t it beautiful?”

I agreed on many things with him, and this was certainly one of them: Soft pink colors was mixed up with orange and red ones on the sky, and small skies floated around, looking like they were made of white candy floss. I wish I could take a picture of the idyllic sky and put it in a frame to hang on my wall.

“It’s perfect,” I said and kept on gazing up at it.

“It’s perfect for kissing your most favorite girl in the world,” Louis said and gently took my head in his hands, as he leant in to kiss me. I pressed my lips firmly onto his, and the same sparks that always flew between us when we kissed, exploded between us. I loved these moments—and he was clearly aware of that.

I pulled away from him and he put his arm around me to hold me closer. Again I laid my head on his chest and smiled, when I closed my eyes. His heart’s steady beating was right beneath my ear and that was all I needed to calm down and feel relaxed. He was there with me to keep me safe.

He took my hand in his and drew little circles on the back of it with his thumb. He then started humming and soon the sounds formed into words.

When the visions around you bring tears to your eyes, and all that surround you are secrets and lies,” he sang in a secure and lightly raucous voice. “I’ll be your strength, I’ll give you hope, keeping your faith when it’s gone; the one you should call was standing here all along. And I will take you in my arms and hold you right where you belong. ‘Till the day my life is through, this I promise you … this is promise you.” He finished off in a beautiful note, before he went still.

This was the first time ever I had heard him sing and I was completely overwhelmed. The way he sang the words so gracefully and the way he seemed to feel every word of what he sung amazed me.

“You have a beautiful voice, Louis!” I exclaimed, meaning every word. “How come you never told me about this?”

“About what?” he said and nervously scratched the back of his neck, whilst trying to avoid looking me in the eye.

“That you could sing,” I said.

He turned back to meet my gaze. “Nah, I love singing, I just hadn’t … told you about it, I guess,” he said.

“I can’t believe it. You are so talented and you don’t even know … maybe you should consider studying to a music teacher too, so you will get to use that incredible voice of yours.”

He seemed to have gotten more comfortable when he smiled at me and bent down to whisper, “Thank you, babe, that means a lot to me,” in my ear. The last beams of sunlight hit us and I slowly lifted my face the last few centimeters up to his, before kissing his soft lips.

Just then the Ferris wheel began to move slowly downwards.


We were walking closely together with our arms pulled around each other, when we exited the amusement park. Jessica was talking lively about how great it had been to try her favorite rides, since she was quite of a daredevil, but my thoughts were centered about something entirely else—like how I throughout the past week had been desiring to ask her to go public with me and officially become my girlfriend. We acted like we were together in so many ways, but still she managed to keep us down on what she called a “reasonable level” … but why? The thought of staying like we were, like this, was unbearable. On the other hand, if I told her, she might reject me; and in the worst case end things between us.

And I didn’t want that to happen, ever.

I was some of a torn mess.

When we got to my car I couldn’t take it any longer. It was impossible to overlook the thoughts that were spinning around in my head like crazy. If I didn’t act now, I doubted that I ever would.

I loosened my grasp around her waist and jerked my head a little as I turned to her. By gently pushing her up against the car, I pinned her right in the place I wanted her to be. I leaned closer in to her and enjoyed the wonderful feeling of her warm breathing against my neck. Then I closed the last gap between us and kissed her. 

She pressed her lips harder onto mine with a strong passion and messed up my hair good and thoroughly, as she drove her hands through it. I could almost feel the delighted and pleased smile spreading on her lips beneath mine.

Even though I wanted to move on, I pulled away from the impassioned kiss—in the end it all just got too much, I guess ...

I couldn’t back out now: I had to ask her.

“Jess,” I said and gazed into her beautiful grey eyes, that looked so much like they were never going to hurt anyone—maybe they wouldn’t hurt me tonight, either? “I want to take this, our relationship, to the next level. By going public.” I kept staring into her eyes to see if anything in them changed. Was she going to accept what I wanted, or reject me?

I bit my lower lip in pure concern. How did I end up in this miserable situation?

Jessica barely shook her head when she pulled me closer to her. “Let’s keep it this way,” she told me and I felt the disappointment strike me, cutting me like a knife.

Even though this was not what I had hoped to hear, I couldn’t break things off between us and let her go. She meant too much to me.

Jessica was acting completely like she didn’t see the pain in my face, when she swiftly leaned in and kissed me lightly on the lips.

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