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! :)*


8. Chapter Seven



My head was pounding when I finally got my keys placed in the dark, wide wooden door’s lock. It was typical me to bang my head right on a brick wall like this white one by my side. I turned the key and the door clicked open, so I could step over the doormat with the “Welcome to our home!” inscription and into our hallway. I hung my jacket on the ancient coat stand behind the door and walked down through the high hallway and out into the kitchen.

I saw my mother sitting by the round dining table with a cup of tea on a fine porcelain plate. Her reading glasses were close to felling off her nose-tip as she lifted the cup to her lips and took a sip of the liquid. She was reading the daily newspaper and looking very involved in the piece she was reading, but still I knew that she was conscious of me walking in. I grabbed a shiny, red apple from the fruit basket and took a crispy bite of it.

“You have visitors,” my mother noted flatly without looking up from her newspaper.

“Well, hello to you, too,” I mumbled. My mother shook her head, but chose to overhear my comment. “They are waiting for you in your room,” she said and I walked stiffly out of the kitchen.

This was one of the bad things about my parents: They acted like they didn’t care about me, but still I knew they did. They always set restrictions on my life—not too much alcohol, not too many parties, not stay out too late, help in the house. They were very old-fashioned. But of course I didn’t really comply their rules. When you are a teenager you want to be free—you don’t want to feel limited in everything to do. My parents didn’t like the way I lived my life; they had always wanted for me to succeed as a doctor or a lawyer, so when I told them I wouldn’t go straight to college because I wanted to go travelling, they were not happy at all. They didn’t speak to me for nearly a week.

I walked up the stairs beside the kitchen whilst trying to push the negative thoughts about my folks away. After all, I still had some respect for them—they were my parents, and I couldn’t change that.

When I got upstairs I walked up to my room, and when I opened the door I really didn’t get surprised of whom I saw. Sitting on my wide and soft white bed were my two best friends, Jordan and Chloe.

“There you are!” Jordan exclaimed and Chloe followed straight after with a, “Hey girl!” They got up from the bed and squished the breath out of me when they pulled me in for a group hug. I inhaled deeply when they let me go and then asked them how long they had been in my room.

“Oh, not for too long,” Jordan said whilst fiddling with her brown fringe. They both dumbed back down on my bed and Chloe pointed at my red Beanbag in front of them, as to tell me to sit down.

I had first met Jordan back in elementary school when we were just small kids. We had been best friends for as long as I could remember and we had never left each other’s side since. After High School she had moved on to college and I had started working in the coffee shop to earn money for my travelling—and it was here Chloe came into the picture. She was working in the shop, too, and we had become friends faster than anyone of us would ever have believed. I had introduced her to Jordan, and just like that the three of us became inseparable.

Jordan and Chloe were both very pretty girls: Long, thick hair, red cheeks and they each had a couple of warm, deep green eyes. Even though they did look a little alike, they were so different from each other—sort of like ying and yang.

I sat down in the Beanbag in front of my friends as Jordan pulled out a fancy bottle of something from her large bag.

“Look what I brought!” she cheered in a delightful voice and popped the bottle’s bung off. “My all time favorite champagne, just for you guys to enjoy!” She took a sip of the bottle and quietly mumbled a, “Unless I drink it first…” 

Chloe snapped the deep-green glass bottle from her hands and clutched it close to her chest like it was of a great value. “Don’t you drink it all already! Look, you’ve drunk a whole 16th part of it now,” she blamed her.

“Oh no, there’s nothing left for us!” I giggled.

Chloe rolled over on her stomach to lay more comfortable on the bed. She smiled sassily at me with a telling look in her big, leaf-green eyes. “So, in the shop earlier today…” she said with a serious undertone, “who was that guy?”

For a moment I didn’t know what she was talking about; in a day I served many male customers—I couldn’t remember a special one of them when someone asked me to.

But then Louis came to mind … Louis, who had stopped by in his red pants, toms and a blue-striped white tee, which really showed off his strong biceps and the muscular chest hiding beneath—  

I quickly stopped myself before I could get to think any further.

“Oh, him…” I nervously stammered out. “He’s … um, no one. No one special.” I tried to look away, but Chloe caught my eye contact and stared me right into the eyes.

“He is special to you, Jess. I saw the way you looked at him.”

Jordan’s lips had formed a perfect O and she looked like she was about to explode. “You have to tell us,” she said and put her serious face on, which if you asked me actually looked like the exact opposite. “All the details.”

It couldn’t hurt to tell my friends about this guy, could it? They were my friends, and they always encouraged me to do something new. They would never let me down.

“Okay,” I said and took a deep breath. The girls squealed and Jordan let out a silent and victorious “Yes!” I smiled and watered my lips with my tongue, before I started to explain everything from my point of view.

“His name is Louis Tomlinson. He’s 21 years old and studies at London University to become a drama teacher. He’s incredible funny and not to forget he is very handsome.” They smiled happily at me and Chloe noted, apparently impressed: “An older guy. Good catch.” I playfully hit her arm and she cried out an “ouch!” even though I knew it hadn’t hurt. “He isn’t old,” I told her. “He seems to act like someone even younger than us. And no comments, please! I can only tell you this if you listen closely to what I say, and you want to hear this, don’t you?” They nodded in agreement and I moved on: “He had been at the shop for a few days in a row and then out of now where, on the third day, he asked me out while I was in the middle of taking his order. I didn’t answer him, and he walked out of the shop. I had expected him to leave, but apparently he’d waited for me to finish work for two whole hours on the street. He asked me out again, and when he stood there … you know, I couldn’t get myself to say no. So last night we went out on a date and it was so memorable, I can tell you. It was the most amazing date I have ever been on—and you know that’s big words for me. He was just so … sweet, fun, gently and romantic at the same time. It’s like he has been given the whole package.”

I looked down at the floor and smiled. Pouring all my thoughts about Louis out to my best friends really eased my mind; now it wasn’t just some simple things I had thought, it was things that I had said. I chose to skip the last part of our date, though: When our eyes had locked together in what felt like an eternity in the bar, I had rushed out. I knew my eyes were the key to my soul; if Louis had looked into them any much longer, he would have known. And I didn’t want him to.

So in stead I moved on to the newest part of our story: This morning. “And this morning he returned to the shop as you, Chloe, know. He took me out in the alley when he said that he wanted to talk to me, and then he … and then we kissed.”

I knew that I was still smiling like a fool when I looked back at my friends to see their reaction. My smile froze as soon as I saw their facial expressions. What before had been glad faces had now turned into worried frowns. What could possibly be wrong?

“What?” I panicked. My next words was just as much a confession to myself as to them: “I— I really like him.”

Jordan pressed her lips tightly together and met my eyes. “I don’t want to be the one telling you this, I really don’t, but I think you should stay away from him,” she said in a sorrowful voice.

I looked confusedly at her; why would my best friend say such a thing? In a response to the face I made, Chloe supported Jordan: “I think, too.”

This only made me more confused and agitated. The one question still popped up in my mind, so I asked it to them: “Why?”

Jordan swallowed a lump as she prepared herself to explain. “Oh, sweetheart. This guy seems to be too good to be true. The way you talk about him … it is so much alike the way you used to talk about him.”

“I don’t understand,” I snapped at her, but regretted my tone a moment later. She obviously didn’t want to hurt me—no one of them ever did.

“I am only saying that this Louis … you talk about him the exact same way as you did with him,” Jordan said. Chloe coughed and took the word: “What if he only will do the same to you as he did?”

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