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! :)*


2. Chapter One



When I first heard One Direction's "She's Not Afraid" on Take Me Home, I immediately got ideas to write a fanfiction inspired by the song's lyrics. So here are my thoughts written down in one story, people! :)





I was walking down the wide, clean sidewalk of Sutton Lane in London when my stomach rumbled loudly. It didn’t really surprise me, maybe because the last time I had been with my friend Niall Horan was a few days ago. He always ate and that made me eat a lot more than I normally did—just so he wouldn’t look lonely. I liked that lad, though; his eating habits were just a bit more extreme than mine. As I felt the hunger pop again I looked down the street for some kind of café. I spotted a coffee shop about 100 meters down called Sarah’s Coffee Location, and I started walking towards it with a sudden swiftness.

The coffee shop was nice-looking; dark and pleasantly colors on the floor and walls and modern designed furniture. The place smelled like coffee beans and freshly baked cake like it always does in the good coffee shops. It looked like I had chosen a good place once and for all! When I didn’t go to the expensive American shop Starbucks I usually found a normal coffee shop to get a cup of something, but in these my luck never really showed. Most of the time I got a bad latte with too much milk or a cup of something that was just badly made. I always tried to look on the positive side of things and be happy, but even though I wasn’t the criticizing type I couldn’t help but dislike bad coffee—maybe that’s why I drank so much tea. Or maybe it’s just because I’m British. 

I walked up to the ordering station and looked through the drinking menu; I decided for a cappuccino with skimmed milk. Then, I noticed that no employee was standing by the cash register in front of me. I awkwardly stood and waited for a moment before a girl came rushing out of the small kitchen behind the visible part of the coffee bar. She put a glazed chocolate cake down in the showcase in front of me and stood up to face me. “Sorry about that,” she said, referring to her not being able to serve me. I smiled at her as to say that it didn’t matter.

The girl was wearing a dark green apron and a tight, black polo as uniform. On her breast pocket was a small and almost unreadable nametag, telling me her name was Jessica. Her long, dark brown hair was wavy and hung in a loose and elegant ponytail across her shoulder, probably only tied up because someone higher than her working position told her to. Her eyes were piercingly grey, but not in a bad way; it was more like they somehow made me want to stare into them for hours. They were simply just strikingly. Her long eyelashes were blacker than I had ever seen alike before and her lips were as perfectly shaped as a raindrop. She was what you would define as beautiful.

“Can I take your order?” she asked me. Startled as I was, I for a moment forgot my order and had to look back up at the drinking menu. “A cappuccino with skimmed milk, please,” I hurriedly answered her and looked down at the cakes in the showcase in front of me. My eyes spotted a cake with white, creamy frosting and a carrot made of fondant on the top. “This doesn’t happen to be carrot cake, does it?” The employee named Jessica nodded. “It is.” A grin slowly spread on my lips. Carrots. “Then let me have a piece, thank you!”

“Okay,” she said and typed my order in on the cash register. “That will be £2,80.” I took out my wallet and paid her £3 in cash. “Thank you,” she said, but looked a bit in wonder at the money in her hand. “I’m just tipping,” I said and smiled at her.

“Oh. Thanks.” She told me my order would be done soon and that I could wait at the delivering station, so that was what I did.

I watched as she prepared my coffee by pushing a lot of buttons and pull a lot of handles. She managed to do it gracefully, but I knew that if I were in her place I would look foolish—not that I didn’t look foolish while doing other things. I liked fooling around and even though I was 21, I was still afraid of growing up. Therefore, I acted like a kid way too often.

The girl finished making my coffee and cut a big piece of carrot cake for me. She came over to the delivery station and handed me the coffee saying, “Cappuccino with skimmed milk” and then placed the cake in front of me with a simple “Carrot cake.”

“Thanks a lot,” I told her and took of a sip of the hot coffee. Her smile seemed to enchant me when she smiled back at me.




It was Wednesday afternoon and I had nothing to do. Honestly, I could just go home and call the lads, play some FIFA and have fun, but something told me not to. Since my class in college had ended early I had wandered around the streets of the city and done nothing else. Something wasn’t right with me today; normally I didn’t walk around the city alone and normally I would have called one of the boys a long time ago. But today the only thing I saw was grey. Grey eyes when I turned a corner, grey eyes every single time a person walked by me. And before I knew it my legs had led me to a small shop with an orange sign on the window written with neat letters: Sarah’s Coffee Location. I was back at the shop from yesterday and I had gone there without thinking as much as just a little about it.

Since I was there already, I thought I could just as well go inside.

It felt just like the day before when I stepped inside the shop; the air smelled exactly of the same and the same cakes were in the showcases. Even though I saw the carrot cake in it I didn’t walk up to the ordering session to buy a piece. I didn’t really feel hungry, so I decided just to sit down somewhere. I found a table in the front of the shop with a window-view to the street and sat down. I didn’t really knew what to do with myself—just like the whole other part of the afternoon—because I had no coffee in my hands to drink. I watched the cars on the street and the people rushing by, the busy life of London. Everyone always had something to do. I turned my head from the window to look at the ordering session some distance away from me. The employee named Jessica was standing the same place as yesterday and servicing customers. She looked the same as the day before, but somehow even more gorgeous. Her dark brown, shiny hair fell nicely over her one shoulder in a braid and even on the distance I could see her beautiful, grey eyes shine in the light from above. Her smile was adorable; every time she greeted a customer she showed it, and I loved it when she did. Seeing her smile made me want to do so, too.



I couldn’t get her out of my head. When I tried to sleep she came back to my mind and made me turn around in my bed for what seemed like hours, before the fatigue at last would get to me and I would restlessly drift off to sleep. I didn’t know why or how, but she had gotten to me. I wanted her. My attention for one girl had never been like this before; I had only seen her two times and talked a bit with her. Gosh, I didn’t even know her full name! Still, I felt like I had to know her. Maybe I should just get over with it and ask her out? If only there were a more casual way of doing it than find her in the coffee shop and ask: “Will you go out with me?”

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