A Long Lost Friend

A trip down memory lane leads me to an old best friend, and some new ones too. One Direction fanfiction.


6. First Kiss

I woke up, my cheek pressed to something solid. Something moving. Gently I placed my hands on what appeared to be the top part of a person and raised my head slightly. Louis. Did I really fall asleep on him? Oh no. I wondered if I had snored, which I tended to do when I was really tired.

I sat up, looking around. We were still on the couch, and all the other boys had fallen asleep in various parts of the living room. Making sure not to disturb him, I looked around for my phone. It was sitting on the table. As I started to reach for it, I realized that Louis's arm was around my waist. Blushing, I gently untangled myself from him.

I stood up and stretched, before walking towards the table to pick up my phone. I checked the time, 1 o'clock in the morning. Great. Stupid jet lag.

Navigating around the sleeping members of one direction, I headed towards the kitchen to get something to eat. I opened the fridge, cold air rushing over me, causing me to shiver. I searched around, until I found some chocolate! Yum!

I stuffed a handful of malteasers into my mouth, before hearing footsteps behind me. I turned around, starting guiltily when I found Louis leaning against the doorframe of the kitchen. "Busted." He whispered.

"Wamt sum?" I asked around my mouthful of chocolate.

He laughed. "I'm okay, thanks." He said. I giggled. "Why are you awake anyway?" He asked me.

"Jet lag," I explained, "and you?" I asked him.

"You weren't there, so I woke up." He said quietly.

"Oh," I said, blushing. "So, um, do you want to watch a movie?" I asked him, to fill up an awkward, empty silence.

"Sure," he said, turning around and waking into the living room. I scurried after him. When I reached the living room, he was already bent in front of the DVD player, slipping the disc into the slot.

The movie started, and he turned the volume down, so we wouldn't wake the boys. As the title flashed up, I gasped. "This is my favorite movie!" I whispered excitedly. It was grease.

We sat in silence for the first few minutes of the movie, before he spoke again. "So it must have been nice to see Niall again, right?" He asked.

"Yeah, it was great." I said looking up at him and smiling. "And even better, I got to meet these other really cool four guys." I said.

"Really?" He asked faking surprise. "Well, I got to meet this really awesome, really pretty girl today."

I blushed, and looked towards the screen. "I'm not pretty," I murmured.

"Yes, that totally explains why the Starbucks guy was checking you out the whole time you were there." He said, still looking at me. "And also, why every guy in that room was watching you as well,"

"They weren't," I murmured, pretending to watch the movie.

He placed fingers on my chin and turned my face to look at him. "You are beautiful. You need to accept the fact that you are beautiful and amazing and everyone but you thinks that." He tilted my chin upwards and brought his lips closer to mine.

"Wait," I gasped. "This is wrong."

"Why?" He asked, not removing his face from mine.

"I only just met you," I said.

"Well, it feels like I've known you for my whole life," he whispered as he pressed his lips to mine and I surrendered myself to his kiss, the character's movements in the movie casting shadows on our faces.

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