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! :)*


3. Chapter Two


The bell rang as I stepped over the doorstep and inside Sarah’s Coffee Location. The shop was its normal busy self: people sitting around the tables and having a sip of coffee or a bite of something sweet. It was the third day in a row I found myself in the shop and I was starting to think that something kept dragging me here—it surely wasn’t the coffee as it wasn’t that exceptionally good. A few people stood in line by the ordering session and I walked up and joined them. While I waited in the line my phone beeped as to say I had gotten a new text message. I took my phone up from my pocket and saw a text on the bright display.


From: Hazza

Hey, you coming over? The lads are here :)


My fingers typed fast over the keyboard as I wrote back.


To: Hazza

Sorry Haz, can’t right now. I’ll come by tonight, all righty? ;)


I dropped my phone back into my pocket just as the line moved a little further and I could step up in front of it. I looked up and the most beautiful thing I had ever seen caught my eye. Jessica’s wavy hair was again today tied up and her grey eyes sparkled to me like the tiniest stars. Her cheeks had a soft color of pink from the working and the steam in the kitchen. She had been making a cup of coffee for a customer, but now she turned around to face me. I went completely speechless—at least that was how I felt. I tried to think of something good to say, but nothing came to mind.

I suddenly realized that she was the reason why I kept coming back to the shop. She was all I though about, even dreamt about, and now I was standing in front of her again. Maybe I had come here to fulfill my goal without knowing it? Now that I was here I had to ask her out, didn’t I?

“Erm … hello,” I finally spat out.

“Hello,” Jessica said and put on her I’m-serving-a-customer smile. I was more than sure she couldn’t remember me from a few days ago. “What would you like?”

My brain slowly started to function again and a few words took form in my head. “What can you recommend?” I said and shot a smile at her.

“Oh, we’ve got a very nice caffé mocha here,” she said.

“Lovely. I’ll take it.” I paid for the coffee and just like the other day, I got told to wait by the delivery session. I didn’t have to wait long before my coffee was delivered, as Jessica obviously was good at her job. Her hand brushed gently over mine when she gave me the hot cardboard cup, and I could have sworn I saw a small smile take its form in the corner of her mouth. I swallowed and tried to man up as I prepared myself for taking the only chance I might get. Just before she turned around and went back to the customers waiting, I put all my courage into one sentence: “Will you go out with me sometime?”

I couldn’t put my finger on the exact feeling that showed in her face, but one thing was for sure: It defiantly wasn’t a good one. She quickly turned around and walked back to the next customer at the ordering session.

She hadn’t given me an answer. She had chosen to ignore me completely.

I took my coffee and sat down at the nearest table. I couldn’t accept the fact that she hadn’t answered my question—even if she had answered, it would have been more alike for her to say no with that facial expression she had worn. Yeah, we might just have met for the second time, but I couldn’t stop thinking about her. I simply couldn’t. Therefore, I wouldn’t take no for an answer.

After finishing my coffee I got up from the table and left the shop. I didn’t go home, though. The shop’s white brick walls looked temptingly relaxing and clean, so I decided to lean on it for a bit—just until Jessica got off work and left the building. Then she would have to face me and give me a proper answer.

The daylight sooner or later started to disappear and the lampposts switched on down the street one by one, lighting up the dark night. It was getting a bit chilly and some old autumn leaves blew through the air when a small breeze arose. I didn’t freeze. In a strange way the thought of her kept me warm. I could see the coffee shop was about to shut down for the night; there weren’t more customers, the “open”-sign was flipped to the “closed”-side and at last a beautiful brown-haired girl in uniform locked up the shop’s doors. She walked down the street and pulled her jacket close around her body to let out the breeze.

I ran after her. “Wait!”

Jessica stopped by the sound of my exclaim and slowly turned around. Her shiny, wavy hair flickered in the wind as I walked up to her.

“Oh, you,” she said when she saw me. She shot a look at the ground and a tight smile showed upon her lips. “I thought you would have left by now.”

“I didn’t. I just waited for you to step out of those doors,” I said like I was hoping that it might make her change her mind about me. “I need to ask you something—“

 “You’re going to ask me out until I say yes? How charming.” It wasn’t hard to notice the sarcasm in her voice, but I didn’t feel offended. At least she wasn’t ignoring me anymore. I awkwardly scratched the back of my neck and looked down at the ground with a foolish smile planted on my lips. No wonder she made me nervous; she seemed to be fearless. “Well, don’t hold your breath. I’m not going to say yes,” she said and turned around to walk away from me.

I frowned before I went after her. “Give me a chance,” I said as I stepped in front of her, blocking her way. “Nope,” she said, “forget it.” I pouted and she giggled at me. It sounded like the tiniest bells jingling to me. I held my hand out and said, “We haven’t formally introduced. I’m Louis Tomlinson, of Doncaster.” She took my hand and shook it. When our skin touched I felt electricity go through my body like a shock.

Did she even know what she was doing to me?

“I’m Jessica Clark, of London,” she presented herself. I smiled when I finally heard her full name … I guess I could now say that we were on last name basics. “But,” she started and my smile disappeared. “I’ve only met you twice—and that was while I was working, so it doesn’t really count. I’m not sure I want to pick something up with you already.” I realized that she remembered me from the first day I was in the shop … She hadn’t forgotten about me.

Jessica glanced her gorgeous grey eyes at me. “I’m just going to now,” she quickly said and once again, turned away from me to walk away. I grabbed her wrist and pulled her back towards me before she could get any further. Still holding her wrist firmly in my grip, I heard her whisper almost inaudibly: “Gosh, boy. Are you never going to give up?”

“Nope, I’m not,” I said with a laughter hiding in my voice. In all of a sudden I felt an urge to just yell out all of my feelings for her—and maybe I should: Just spill it all.

“Please, Jessica. I can’t stop thinking about you; I’m going out of mind, here. I’m crazy for you.” She pulled her wrist out of my grip and took a step back, but I didn’t quite understand the big smile of that was slowly spreading on her lips …

She laughed a bit and nodded towards me. “Oh, you’re great!”

“What?” I questioningly exclaimed with a misunderstanding frown on my face.

“I’m sure this is all just an act,” she said and threw her arms out, before at last giving me a quick elevator-glance, “you use for pulling girls.”

Oh, so that was what it was about: She thought I was a player. I went deadly serious when I answered her: “It’s not. If I have to pull a girl I use my magic dance moves.” For a moment she just stood there and stared at me, but then she started laughing. I laughed a bit with her, but I went silent after a time and it turned out that she had, too. I gazed into her piercingly, grey eyes; the ones I had been seeing everywhere within the last few days. “Give it a shot, Jessica.”

I decided that if she turned around now, I wouldn’t follow her. I couldn’t beg her to go out with me forever. “Take a chance on me.” For a short second it actually looked like she was considering saying yes. But she kept on standing still for a long time, and I was sure that that was the end of it. This time it was my turn to turn away from her and walk away.

A voice cut off my actions. “Pick me up here tomorrow at seven!” When I looked back I saw Jessica with something that could have been a smile on her lips. I watched her closely as she walked away from me down the almost empty enlightened street. I was left back with a big smile on my face and a triumphant feeling in my stomach. 


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