I Always Will Remember (A Louis Tomlinson Fanfiction) *COMPLETE*

Alice and Irene, two Italian university students, finally manage to have One Direction tickets for their Stadium tour! The band is having one Italian date in the same town where the girls attend university: what happens when they accidentally meet two of the boys around?
See what happens that changes their lives forever!


____ **Some swear words and mature content here and there**____

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10. Chapter Ten

“You alright, love?” I heard him whisper in my ear, his mouth almost on my skin.

 

I usually hated physical contact with people I barely knew, considering it like an invasion of my personal space, but knowing it was Louis who was almost hugging me from behind literally drove me crazy.

All of a sudden I forgot all of my rational speculations, I forgot all of my plans about not caring that much about him, I forgot I should let him go. My brain went on complete stand by, not helping me in any way about what to do or say, and all I could possibly do was to follow my feelings and instincts, which were literally shouting to me that I shouldn't ruin that moment by letting the only chance I had so far slipping through my fingers like sand. I would have regret it for the rest of my life, even though I was still aware Louis and I couldn't have a future together: he was in the most famous boyband ever, I was just a regular girl studying at university.

 

I relaxed my body, all tensed up at first, and leaned gently against Louis, having his arm and chest pressed on my back, which only amplified the warmth I was feeling.

I was afraid he would push me away, or just leave me there, but he surprised me and got closer instead, tightening his hold on my hip, then firmly moving his hand on my stomach and placing it under my navel, pulling my waist close to his.

I was losing control, I was a puppet in his hands and he had already torn up all my defences just by holding me like he was doing right now. I hated him for that.

I closed my eyes trying to calm down, but when I felt his warm breath on my cheek I couldn't take it anymore.

I turned around and looked into his beautiful blue eyes with an imploring expression on my face, his hand still holding me: I wanted to run away from him and escape from that tremendous anxiety but I also wanted to hold him for the following hours.

 

I stood there for a while, admiring his features that never were that close to me, then I just stopped thinking about what I was doing: I slowly placed my right hand on his cheek, caressing that wonderful face I always wanted to touch, feeling his stubble under my thumb, then I let my body adhere at his strong chest, and finally placed my lips on his soft and warm mouth, as if it was the most natural thing in the world.

As we connected, something in my chest exploded, sending burning flames throughout my entire body, making me feel a mixture of unbearable pain and delight irradiating from my lower stomach.

It was something incredible, the desire I had for such a long time finally being accomplished.

I kissed him again, and Louis placed his hands on my back, at the bottom of my spine, pulling me close while kissing me back.

No time to think, to time to completely realise what was going on: all I was conscious of was that Louis was still there. He didn't avoid my kiss, he was there sharing that passionate contact with me.

It wasn't just attraction, at least not for me: I had a huge amount of different feelings towards him. I liked him physically, but I also cared about him, I wanted to know him for who he really was, I just wished we could share something deeper than a few kisses, though they alone weren't bad at all.

 

Our bodies were touching, and I opened my mouth against his, catching my breath for a while, then going back to his lips soon after, because I couldn't stand another second away from them.

I wrapped my arms around his neck, softly stroking the back of his head and his neck, his skin burning under my fingers. I tried to convey every single thing I felt for him through my touch and kisses, desperately wanting him to understand, to perceive all of the affection I hid inside my heart.

I wanted him to know I wasn't just attracted to him, I was fond of him in the strongest way I could possibly be.

Louis arched his body a little when I touched his back, pressing me against him and opening his mouth, causing me to do the same as we deepened our kiss, another rush of pain and pleasure crossing me. We went on for a while, and I didn't want it to end because I knew that would probably be my first and last kiss with Louis Tomlinson, but it ended, and we stopped and stared at each other, both breathing heavily.

I tried to read his expression, but all I could see was some kind of surprise or astonishment while he kept piercing me with his amazing eyes. I was probably looking completely out of myself, still having to gain some control.

Louis slowly took his hands off of me, he looked down, then into my eyes again, but for a little while. He suddenly turned around, leaving me standing there alone, with lots of people around me who did not know what a traumatic and amazing experience I just had.

 

 

 

 

I followed Louis with my eyes, telling myself I should calm down and pretend nothing happened, but I was almost crying: he had kissed me back like that, and now he was just walking away.

I felt worthless: why did he do that to me? Was he really that mean?

Well, my rationality probably would have stopped me, but now it was too late; at least I had no regrets, I lived something most girls could only dream about, while my memory was fresh and real.

I spotted Louis reaching the other boys, who were a few metres away from me, still dancing; he seemed to call them, wanting them to get closer, as if he had something to say. Actually they all stayed there like that for a while, Louis moving his arms while saying something, they my blood froze when I saw the four of them all turning to look at me.

 

I looked away, pretending I wasn't feeling as bad as I actually was, but then went back with my gaze on them, immediately noticing Louis had disappeared.

He wasn't there because he was walking back to me, a determined look on his face; as he reached me, he approached his mouth to my ear again and asked:

“Do you wanna go out and get some fresh air?”

I nodded, still not knowing what was going to happen and feeling my legs weak and shaky.

The kiss we shared had thrown me back into my intimidated and shy self, probably because I experienced in the worst way ever all my true and deep feelings for that boy, realising what kind of power Louis had on me.

We walked through the crowd, I kept my head down the whole time, lifting it up from time to time just to be sure I wasn't going to hit my head on a wall. I started feeling some cold air flowing all around us, and the music being less loud, so I knew we were almost outside. I took a deep breath and prepared myself to face whatever was going to happen.

 

I thought Louis wanted to take advantage of me: he clearly saw what I was able to be like when it came to my feelings for him, he knew he had me on a string.

I realised I was totally wrong about him when we finally stopped outside, Louis turned around and placed himself just in front of me, looking at me with a little smile on his mouth, the mouth I had just kissed. I was still surprised, so at first I didn't know what to say: I just stared back at him, knowing I had a worried look on my face but couldn't help it.

Louis studied my expression, then laughed a little, making his eyes shine for a while, and finally asked:

“So... you wanna talk about that?”

“I-I don't think so... well, I'm not sure actually” I stuttered.

“Ok, got it. So...I'll go first then” he replied.

 

 

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