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! :)*


15. Chapter Fourteen



 Niall shoved another handful of spicy chips into his mouth as I took a look at my watch to keep a hold of the time. I was starting to think he had eaten two bags full of it, and we had only been at the party for about ten minutes. When first he knew food was around, you could simply not stop him from eating like crazy. I still didn’t get why he hadn’t become fat yet.

I heard Niall choking on the chips and I looked up to see Liam hitting him hard on the back, trying to help him breath again.

“Whoa, are you okay there, lad?” he worriedly said. “Maybe you should take it easy for a bit.”

“Never,” Niall protested. “Try to make me.”

No one seemed to pick up the challenge.

I wondered how we ended up at this party. Some random Facebook friend was celebrating her birthday, and of all people she had decided to invite the lads and me. I wasn’t even sure I had met her before tonight—actually, I hadn’t met her tonight either.

I casually tried to reach for a handful of the chips, but Niall slapped my hand away.

No.” The strength in his voice was almost a threat by itself. I shrugged my shoulders and chose to stay away from taking any more of his snacks within the next while.

The music in the living room changed to the Black Eyed Peas’ “I Got A Feeling” and the people dancing on the floor started to move faster to the rhythm. I watched as the door in the hall opened itself and a pure beauty stepped inside the room. She was wearing a simple, tight black dress and rocking a pair of elegant, black stilettoes. Her hair was hanging loosely down her back in the waves I had loved from first sight. I bit my lip when I admired her body, which I wasn’t afraid to say looked extremely hot tonight. Her body made me go crazy, but it was her face that took my breath away; I could easily recognize her perfect shaped nose and her sparkling grey eyes within the distance—and not to mention she was wearing that lovely smile of hers that always made my legs jelly.



Baby, come on over

I don’t care if people find out

They say that we’re no good together

And it’s never gonna work out



Jessica pushed her way through the crowded dance floor until she got to a couple of pretty girls around her age. She pulled them in for a hug and they started to say something, which over the loud music was inaudible. The two girls had to be her friends, but I didn’t recognize any of them. At least not until Jessica pulled out a banner with the words “19 years and still going strong” and hung it around what seemed to be the birthday girl’s neck. I chuckled a bit at Jessica’s joke.

Right. They were defiantly friends.

Throughout the next five minutes I tried to keep an eye on her whilst talking with the lads. It was hard for me to do though, because I had never really been good at multitasking. All I knew was that I at some point had to get to her. We had to talk, tonight.

After what felt like hours, I saw Jessica’s friends finally leaving her alone. This was my shot. “I’ll be back,” I told the boys and slowly started to back away from them and out into the big room.

“Where are you going?” Liam curiously asked me.

“To get a refill!” I lied and raised my red cup.

“But wasn’t that full a moment ago?”

“A moment ago,” I told him and looked down in the empty plastic cup. I might actually have to fill it up again sometime soon. As I wandered off, I couldn’t help but smirk when I heard Niall yelling, “Grab a bag of chips for me!” after me. That boy, I tell you.

I was closing up to Jessica, who was standing with her back turned to me. She looked even better from behind; her long legs, small waist and firm bum had me completely under her spell. Knowing I would surprise her and give her something looking like a small heart attack, I moved closer to her and whispered in her ear: “Milady, would you care for a dance?”



Baby you got me moving too fast

‘Cause I know you wanna be bad

And girl, when you’re looking like that

I can’t hold back



Just as expected, she turned around in a startled, swift movement. She had that special look on her face she always got when I shocked her in some kind of way. “Stop doing that. It’s spooky and you know how it creeps me out!” she cried. I snickered lightly. I knew it did.

It seemed that first now Jessica realized who was standing in front of her. “Wait, what?” she spat out. “Louis, what are you doing here?”

“I crashed the party. You got me!” I dramatically exclaimed. Then after, “No, of course I didn’t. I got invited, silly.”

Jessica tapped her finger on my chest, getting me a bit out of balance. If I hadn’t been sober and if I had approached her a couple of hours later after some drinking, I was sure I would have fallen directly to ground just by her poke. “How do you know Jordan?” she questioned me.

“Who’s Jordan?”

“So you did crash the party,” she concluded.

“Nope.” I popped the p. “And that Jordan girl is…”

“My best friend,” she finished my sentence. “And honestly I don’t know how you two are even Facebook friends. You don’t even know each other.”

“I don’t know half of my Facebook friends,” I argued. “And you know how I’m always up for a party.” She threw her head back laughing. “Oh, I know,” she managed to say in between the laughs. When she stopped, I couldn’t help but want to stare into those pretty grey eyes of hers. They could make me feel like there was nothing else in the world to worry about, and that was precisely how I wanted to feel in that exact moment.

“You still haven’t answered my question,” I said. “Would you like to dance?”

She turned her head to look at the dance floor and the pumping music stereo right behind her. When she glanced back at me, she was wearing a plain frown.

“I don’t dance. I’m sorry.” She didn’t look like it.

“You better say yes if you don’t want me to drag you out on that floor. Now, I’m going to give you one more chance: Dance with me.”

I heard her mumbling a few words beneath her breath about me being a “stubborn git”, before she at last sighed and found my eyes, now smiling. “Fine. One dance.” When she saw the grin on my face, she lifted a finger in protest. “And only because I love this song.”

I took her hand in mine as we walked out on the crowded dance floor to the beat of Conor Maynard’s “Turn Around” blasting from the speakers. Pulling her closer to me, we started dancing.

   Before I knew it the song was getting close to it’s ending, but we kept on dancing like we had a whole eternity of time. I didn’t want it to end.

But it did.

A guy with a thick layer of sweat on his forehead and looking about my age, came over to us and stopped our dance. “Can I borrow her?” he asked me, referring to Jessica.

I felt like hitting him. Borrow her? She wasn’t some kid’s toy—she was a grown-up woman. And there was no way I was going to let him steal her away from me. She was my girlfriend, not his.

I was just about to let all of my thoughts out on him, when Jessica broke in, obviously knowing what was going to happen if she didn’t. “Don’t be so overprotective, Lou,” she said with a serious undertone. “I’ll be fine. It’s just a dance. One innocent dance, okay?” I nodded stiffly at her whilst trying hard to control myself. Before walking off with the guy she whispered a, “I’ll be back” in my ear to calm me down. It helped calming my nerves by the slightest.

   I returned to the lads, who was standing right at the spot I left them—at least some of them did: Zayn and Niall. “Where are the chips?” Niall suspiciously asked me.

“Oh, I forgot them,” I said. “Sorry, lad.”

“Ugh,” he frowned. Proved by the moody expression, I could conclude his hunger must have got to him. Again. “I’m gonna get a bag myself, then.” Niall walked away, leaving Zayn and I behind.

“Did you find what you were searching for?” he asked me.

“Yup,” I said and raised my still empty cup.

“I wasn’t talking about the beer, Lou. I was more talking about that pretty girl you were dancing with.” An anxious lump formed in my stomach as I glanced over at him. This could not happen—nobody could know.

“What? I wasn’t—”

“Yeah, you were. You don’t have to deny it, mate, you were just dancing with a girl you obviously seem to like.” 

Surprisingly I didn’t say anything cocky to brush off his comment; I just kept my mouth shut and looked down at the bottom of my cup. “But,” Zayn started out after while.

There always was a but, wasn’t there?

“I think I recognized that girl … Jessica Clarke, right?”

“No, that wasn’t her,” I instantly said, automatically like a machine.

“Yes it was,” Zayn insisted.

“No, it wasn’t,” I said in defense.

“Yes it was.”

“No, it wasn’t.”

“You’re a terrible liar, Lou,” he finally spoke. I knew we could have been going on like that for ages; I could tell because we had tried it countless times before.

“What’s going on between you two?” He went straight to the point, but I couldn’t answer in any proper way he would possibly believe. Zayn had seen something between Jessica and I on that dance floor, and that couldn’t be a good sign. Believe me, I wanted to tell him everything—especially because he always had been such a good listener—but I knew how that could effect my relationship to Jessica. I felt lost, torn on what to do with myself.

“Nothing,” I replied at last. Quoting a lyric from “The Lazy Song”, and way off pitch, I sang: “Nothing at all!” Zayn groaned and lifted a hand to gently rub his ear. I saw my chance of escape and quickly backed away from him and disappeared into the crowd.

I took a deep breath as soon as I was out of his sight. That was close.





About one and a half hour and four beers later, I wasn’t feeling too sober anymore. I had a harder time holding my balance—every time Harry or Niall poked me it felt like I was close to crashing hard to the ground. But even though my body might not have done things the way I wanted it to, my mind wasn’t a complete blur. I kept track of time, and for every minute that passed by I became more inpatient.

Jessica had said she would be back, but she still hadn’t shown herself. Without knowing it, she was slowly starting to kill me.

I had decided to find her by myself ten minutes ago. I needed to see her some place where we could be alone. But she was literally nowhere to be found: I had looked in pretty much every corner of the party environment for her without any luck.

But then suddenly, I spotted her standing alone in the hallway with her eyes locked to her cell phone’s screen. If she was missing out on the party, she had to be texting somebody who meant a big deal to her. She was a true party girl—maybe even the girl version of myself.

I made my way through the crowd on the dance floor, and took a deep breath of fresh air when I got out of the tight space.

“Hey,” I said. Jessica’s head flew up from the sound of my voice. She dropped her phone back into her bag, keeping it in its safe place where nobody else would be able to find it. “Who was that you were texting?”

“Nobody important,” she said and smiled at me. I took it as an indication for me to step closer, so that’s what I did. I took her hand in mine and gently stroked her cheek with my fingertips.

“What are you doing?” she said in a low whisper, even though it sounded more like a low hiss. “What if—” I cut off her words by laying a finger over her lips. She sent me a confused glance. It got even more confused when I pulled open the front door and dragged her outside.

“What the hell, Louis?!” she cried with her eyes wide open.

There in the darkness, I pinned her to the black brick wall and leant in to let my lips brush slightly against hers. I could feel her warm breath against my neck; it was getting heavier by the moment. I closed the gap between us when I leant closer in and kissed her. I could feel the smirk growing on her lips as she kissed me harder back.

I loved it when she did that.

The kiss got more passionate for every second that went by, and the butterflies in my stomach were going crazy. But sooner or later I pulled away; I had to catch my breath.

“I needed to do that,” I told her.

“I’m glad you did.”

The sparkle in her eyes had ignited once again when she smiled at me … but it disappeared just as quickly as it had come. Jessica cocked her head around, already wearing a deeply anxious frown. “No. This should not have happened,” she regretfully said. “What am I doing? What are we doing? Somebody can have seen us. And if they have, then what am I—”

I crashed my lips onto hers to stop the flow of words from coming out of her mouth. She didn’t seem to care. I managed to sneak my arms around her waist and she locked her arms around my neck, gently caressing my upper spine.

She pulled away, a pitiful look showing on her face. “I’m sorry,” she apologized. “I didn’t mean to say that.” I nodded as to say that I was okay with it. I knew her well enough to know when she meant something and when she didn’t … the things she had said before was just her worried I speaking.

I gently kissed her forehead before I cupped her head in my hands, looking into her eyes that seemed to be so piercingly grey even in the darkness. “Do you wanna go somewhere?” I asked her.

It didn’t take her long to answer. Staring into my eyes, she breathed: “Your place.” 

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