Circles (Louis Tomlinson Fanfiction)

I'm a broken girl. My parents are gone and I live with my brother in a small apartment in town. I never go to parties, but one day I'm invited to one and I take the initiative to go. I meet a handsome, mysterious, strong- wait. Why am I complimenting him? Obviously he's the epitome of bad news! Whatever, the point is: The name Louis Tomlinson will be memorised forever. But I didn't mention in which way.


2. Trust Me

I look at the clock and realize it's already 8:13. I bend over to my black suitcase that containes my clothes, since we only have one closet in the apartment, which Andy owns. I can't say I have a lot of clothes since my wardrobe basically is a couple of sweats, some jeans, some shirts and sweaters and a hoodie. I have no idea what I'm supposed to wear to a party! I've already done my makeup and hair. I dig out all of my clothes, forming a pile of them on the floor next to the suitcase. In the bottom of it I find a short, sleek, black dress; opened in the back, with long sleeves. I got it from Alice before I moved out and I never really knew it would come in handy. I put the dress on right before the doorbell rings. I run to open the door and I find my boss, Kristen, outside it. 


"Ready to go?" she says with a smile on her face. I nod as we walk to the party, since it's only a few blocks away.


"Yeah?" she responds with a happy voice.

"What if something happens?"

"Nothing's going to happen, trust me" she says reassuring me as we walk to the party. 


Loud music plays atmospherically in the dark room and people are drinking, talking, dancing, you-name-it. Lights shift and I can hardly hear my friend talking to me. I'm not really a party person or whatever you call it, but I see it as an oppertunity to meet new people. And perhaps let go of things. I go with Kristen to the bar and we just sit down and talk. Not that I can hear much of what she's saying, but at least I'm doing something. My presens is good enough for me to call it partying. After a few drinks I feel the need to freshen up.


"I'm just going to the bathroom, I'll be here in a minute" I spoke loudly for her to hear me.


The room is now packed and I struggle to squeeze through the bodies that were packed tightly out on the dancefloor. When I almost arrive at the entrance to the toilets, where the music has faded a bit, I notice someone following me. I don't look back. But seconds later, I feel a large hand on my shoulder.


"Hey, where are you going?" the british male voice spoke to me. This frightened me a bit, not knowing what to say or do.

"Why do you wonder?"

I turn around to face him. He was tall and had bronze hair styled into a quiff. I couldn't tell the colour of his eyes though, nor could I figure out any particular facial features because of the shadow falling over him and myself. 

"Feisty. I like that" he said, a smirk beginning to form on his lips.

He stepped closer to me, making me realise he's the epitome of bad news.

"Who are you?" I asked shakily,not knowing what he'd say or do.

"There's no time for that kind of stuff, babe"  he asked cheekily, taking hold of my forearm.

"Leave me alone" I said, trying to struggle loose of his grip, but he was extremely strong and I tried and tried but couldn't manage. I began to panic. Every little move he made just got me to worry about what he'd do next.

"Darling, you're not making this easier" he said, still smirking. He gripped my waist and held me in place. His grip was very steady.

"Let go of me!" I yelped, panicking even more now. I struggled and struggled but I couldn't get out of his grip.

"I'll see you later" he said, as if his whole persona had changed. He let me go and he let me march out of there, almost running. 


Who was this guy? What did he mean with "I'll see you later"? I don't need one more problem in my life, which he, of one, was definite to be.

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