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! :)*

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6. Chapter Five

 

As we stepped inside, I bent down my head to her ear and whispered: “Jessica, how do you know this place?” She didn’t answer my question, but in stead whispered back: “Don’t call me Jessica. I like it better when people call me Jess.”

The bar was at first sight very much alike any normal English pub: A façade of dark and warm colors and a worn tree sign with a funny name, which in this case was The Sailor’s Pipe. But when you first got inside, your expectations about the place took a turn. Every corner, every line of the place was modernized: The bar was made of smooth, light wood and some small, fancy lights shined down from the black ceiling. In front of the bar some thin, tall metal stools towered and in the one corner of the room was a pool table—not to forget a dart game was also to find on one off the walls. The bar was not filled with people, but still a few sat around with a glass of something and a big smile on their face. Maybe it was the alcohol in their blood affecting them, or maybe they were just having a good time. At least I knew I did. 

Jessica walked up to bar where she immediately took a seat on of one of the stools. First when I heard her order something to the bartender, I realized I hadn’t moved from the doorway. I walked across the shiny, dark wooden floor and sat down on the stool next to her. Just then the bartender dropped off two high glasses of beer and I took a closer look on the description on the side of the glass. “Newcastle Brown Al?” I exclaimed and nodded approvingly, when I looked at her. “You know how to treat me right, babe.”

That by now well-known twinkle ignited in her eyes as she raised her glass and smiled at me. “Cheers,” she said, “for a …” She didn’t quite seem to be able to find the right words, so I quickly suggested: “For Newcastle and the person who apparently knows so much about me, that I find it creepy!”

She laughed and we touched glasses with a tingling sound. “Cheers for I, the stalker!”

   An hour and a rather long list of drinks later, Jessica told me she wanted to play pool. “Prepare yourself!” I yelled in a game-commentator voice, not reacting nor noticing the people around me looking at me like I was a person supposed to be at the madhouse. We walked over to the pool table and I placed the balls properly in the triangle-form, before we both grabbed a cue each. I rubbed my hands together and laughed an evil laugh. “You’re going down!”
Her eyes widened and her lips formed a perfect O. “This is not fair,” she slowly said; still with her eyes wide open. “I can’t even play!” I let out a laugh when I heard her explanation.

“You have never played before?” She shook her head. “And still you want to play?” She nodded in response and I playfully wiggled my eyebrows at her. “I’m gonna squish you like a bug,” I said and smiled with a clear satisfaction. I made my move, and raised my fist triumphantly in the air, when not only one of my balls got in a hole, but two.

“Ha, ha,” Jessica sarcastically said. “So funny.”

I just smiled at her in response and lent on my cue. “Go on, darling. Your turn.”

She laid her cue on the surface of the pool table and made her first move, which resulted in one of my balls to fall into one of the holes. She pouted, and for a moment I felt like laughing again—but … she didn’t look too happy. Now was not the time for me to act like an idiotic, bad winner.

She tightened her grib around the pool cue. “Shoot!” Her yelling didn’t make it better. I walked over to her and laid a hand on hers, when I softly freed her fingers from holding on tightly to the cue one at the time. “Hey,” I whispered in her ear, “it’s all right.” I pushed her gently down and put my hand on hers, as I bent down beside her. “You have to do it like this,” I said and made her arms do the right movement, “when you aim for the ball.” I turned my head towards her, and got surprised when I realized how close her face was to mine. She was pure perfection when up-close.

“Okay?” I said in what was barely a whisper. She smiled and nodded slightly in an understanding.

“Yeah, I think I’ve got it.”

We went back to the game and it turned out that Jessica really knew how to work it once she was getting started. I hated to admit it, but she was even better than me. “Maybe I shouldn’t have helped you,” I said and looked down at the pool table that was almost empty of the balls.

“Well,” she started out and made her move; I watched in horror as the last of her balls fell in one of the corner holes. She started dancing around. “If you hadn’t, I wouldn’t have won! Woohoo!”

I fell to my knees and hid my face in my hands. “What have I done?!” I shrieked. “I created a monster!”

Jessica stopped dancing and sighed. “Always such a drama queen! You’re just as bad a loser as a winner,” she laughed.

I rose from the floor and pointed a shaky finger at her. “I am going to make you regret that.” She didn’t realize what was going to happen before I was by her side and tickling her like crazy.

“Stop it, Louis!” she screamed through her laughing. “Stop it!” I pulled away with a smile on my face.

“Take that as a lesson. Never mock the Tommo!”

We sat down at the bar and the bartender lifted his eyebrows questioningly at us. “Two beers?” he guessed and turned around to get the drinks before one of us even got to answer.

“I guess he knows our order by now,” Jessica said and shrugged her shoulders. 

The bartender delivered the beers and I took a small sip of mine. In the back of my mind I knew it was probably the time to stop drinking; buying all this alcohol was a waste of money and my head was starting to feel really dizzy. I hadn’t foreseen that I would get drunk with this girl, I most defiantly hadn’t—at least not on a first date.

I turned to say something to her, but the words got trapped inside my mouth, when our eyes locked together. Her eyes were just as grey and wild as always, but when I this time gazed into them, I noticed something new: A protective hardness.

Instead of turning away from me Jessica kept staring fearlessly into my eyes. And after a time, I saw her eyes begin to soften up. She bit her lip and I smiled starstrucked at her, still looking into her beautiful eyes. In that moment I felt like we were frozen in time—and I wanted to stay like that.

Suddenly she broke off the eye contact and jumped down from her stool in a swift movement.

That happened way too soon.

She grabbed her bag and threw it over her shoulder. “I think it’s time for me to go,” she said and looked down at the floor, like it suddenly was the most important thing in the world for her to do. Jessica walked for the door and I rose from my chair to follow her, so she wouldn’t get to exit the bar without me.

“Is something wrong?” I asked her and grabbed her arm, when we stepped outside. She barely even looked at me when she answered me: “Nothing is wrong. It’s just getting a bit late, don’t you think?” A shiver went through her body when a cold wind blew through the street. I eyed her closely as I took a step closer to her and snuck my arms around her. “I’m not letting you walk home, that’s for sure,” I told her whilst trying to warm up her body. “You will get sick in this cold. I can drive you home, if you want me to?” She seemed to have softened up a little since she had rushed out of the bar, but with a small smile on her lips she still declined my offer. “Let me pay for a cab for you, then,” I whispered in her ear and loosened my embrace of her, so I could step closer to the curb and hail one of the famously black taxis.

After I had been standing there for a while with every taxi just driving past me, I pulled out my phone to call one in stead, when it didn’t seem like the old-fashioned way of hailing a cab was going to work. I turned to Jessica, who still stood and froze just outside the restaurant. I waved at her as to say that she had to come over to me; and so she did.

“The cab will be her in a few minutes,” I said and smirked. I watched her whilst she turned her head away from me: The cold air made her breath visible and the thin coat which function was to keep her warm really didn’t seem to fulfill its claim … so right there at the edge of the curb, I once again wrapped my arms around her. The thing about her being cold was mostly just an excuse, because this way I would be able to hold her closer in my arms. She laid her head on my chest, and I could almost feel my body getting warmer at the spot she touched. My heart started beating harder when she put her arms around my waist and made the space of air between us even smaller.

A black taxi on the street drove into the side and parked just by the curb. I opened the door for Jessica and threw out my hand: “Here you go, madam!” She smiled and walked up to the door. Her gorgeous face was right beneath mine as she said, “Thank you for tonight—for everything. I didn’t really think I was going to have a good time, but surprisingly you have made me think the opposite.” Her lovely dimples showed in her pink cheeks as she smiled at me. She leaned a bit closer until our nose-tips were almost touching.

She looked like she was going to make a move, and I was convinced that if she didn’t soon, I would. I couldn’t hold myself back any much longer.

That was when she pulled away, got into the cab’s backseat and closed the door behind her with a slam.

I was left dumbfounded and breathless as I watched the taxi drive off. I had been standing there, being so close to kissing the girl I thought about non-stop ever since I saw her for the first time, but she had turned away right before anything could’ve got to happen.

I knew that our date was over, but I was also sure of another: This was only the beginning. 

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