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! :)*


11. Chapter Ten



I sat myself down in the open wagon and put the basket on the seat beside me. I wondered what Louis had put in it since it was important enough for him to take with him up in the few minutes it took to take a turn in the Ferris wheel.

I whined against my will when suddenly the wheel went off and started spinning around. This was defiantly not supposed to happen. Now what, was I going to take the ride all by myself without Louis? That wasn’t romantic at all.

Down on the ground he was still talking to that liftman, acting like he couldn’t see me spinning around in the wheel on my own. When I passed the top he shook the man’s hand and with a smile on his lips, he went through the entrance to the ride. I hoped so deeply that the liftman was going to stop the wheel once I got down at the ground level again and let Louis on.

I almost felt relaxed when I was just above the lowest point of the wheel, because I was sure that Louis now would join me and we could take the ride together, but my expression changed into a frown faster than a lightning strike. The wheel kept on moving past him and I could have sworn I saw a grin on his face. Hadn’t he said, “he would be there in a moment”? Because then he certainly did not keep his promise very well. But my grumpy mood changed again the second later: Louis ran a perilous way into the middle of the Ferris wheel and before I knew it, he had jumped right onto the unoccupied seat in my wagon. A smile spread across my face even though I knew how dangerous his action had been.

“So—” he said and tried to make himself more comfortable in the red seat.

I cut him off before he got to say anymore: “You’re sitting on that precious basket of yours.”

He gasped dramatically and begged me to remove it. I rolled my eyes and answered, “I can’t when you are sitting on it, stupid.”

I had thought that Louis jumping on the wheel was dangerous, but after what he did next I would rate his first action to a clean zero.

He stood up and with the help of his strong arms, climbed out onto the wheel and hung onto one of the many metal bars with his hands. With a tense facial expression he nodded towards the now squashed basket. “Now you can remove it,” he said. My eyes had gotten huge, but I still did what he said and put it on my lap.

“Done!” I screamed. “Now get down here before you’ll hurt yourself!”

“Just one more thing,” he said and managed to smirk even though I knew how though it was for him to hold tightly onto the bar. This was so déjà-vu, like I had seen this scene play in my head so many times before. “You have to say I am the sexiest man alive.”

“No!” I cried out. “Just get down here!”

“No?” he asked me, miss understandingly.


“Why not?”

“I don’t know, because I don’t want to?”

“All right, you leave me no other choice then,” Louis said and let his one hand fall down to his side. I knew I was playing along on this little game of ours, but even though I knew exactly what to say to him when he asked me those things, I knew it had to end. Yes, his biceps were unnaturally big and strong, but there were only so much they could take. I couldn't bear to see him fall and break a leg—literally meaning, there.

When he now only hung on with one hand, I automatically let out a scream. “What on earth are you thinking of?” I cried anxiously. “Get down from there, Louis!”

He only seemed to ignore my order. “Im’ma ask you one more time: Am I or am I not the sexiest man alive?”

His hand had become all red from all of the blood streaming towards his fingertips and I could almost see him letting go from the bar and fall to the ground.

“Okay, okay, fine: You are the sexiest man alive,” I burst out.

“You don’t really mean that.”

“Yes I do!”

“Say it.”

“You are the sexiest man alive.”

“Say it again.”

“You are the sexiest man alive!” I screamed hysterically and he put his other hand back on the metal bar. “All right, all right!” he cockily said and smirked at me.

The cheeky smile and the twinkle he caught in my eye quickly washed his surplus away. “Don’t you dare—” he blurt out, but it was already too late. I leant forward, opened up his belt and pulled his colorful chinos down.

He growled and climbed back down, before he finally seated himself beside me. While he gave a pathetic attempt of trying to pull his pants up, he mumbled: “Nobody pulls the Tommo’s pants down.”

“Well that nobody is going to tell the world!” I laughed and took a deep breath: “LOUIS TOM—” He cut off my words by slamming a hand over my mouth. “Hush,” he said, “we are going to keep this between you and I.”

He finally got his pants pulled up and scooched a bit to the side to get closer to me.

“That whole scene seemed a bit familiar,” I said and looked questioningly at him. 

“Maybe it’s because it’s from The Notebook.” Oh. He knew that that was my favorite movie … maybe it was because I had forced him to watch it with me on almost every movie night we’d had so far.

“That is probably why I answered you that way, then,” I giggled. “The words just sort of came to me.” He grinned and put his arm around me to pull me closer. “I knew you’d like it,” he said as I laid my head on his chest.

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