Kiss Me (Louis Tomlinson FanFic)

Emilie never had an easy life. Most of the time, she walked around with a smile on her face, hiding all of the pain. She was blessed when she got accepted into The American Musical & Dramatic Academy in New York. There, she goes through constant struggles, always trying to be her best for everybody. All of her bad habits are recurring until she meets a boy in the courtyard. Cheesy? Yes. But he changes her life in ways she never thought anyone could. And she changes his.


3. An Unlikely Romance

           And we did – we started hanging out at the pool and stuff, back at the courtyard, and at parties. I never forgot about Jack, we hung out quite frequently. My feelings for him grew stronger, and I knew that I really liked him. But with the way that Louis had been acting around me, I sort of figured that he liked me. I didn’t have feelings for him like that, though…. So I did the worst possible thing. I friend-zoned him. I talked non-stop about Jack, hoping that he would take a hint, but he didn’t.

            I remember logging onto Facebook one day, only to see that Jack was in a relationship with some girl named Nina. After all the flirting we did, he just went to another girl. I saw red that day, but it was my own fault. After almost a month of just flirting, he probably wanted someone that he could commit to. I mean, we hadn’t even kissed. I wasn’t sure if I wanted to commit, but he did. And I needed to learn to respect that. I knew that I didn’t like whoever Nina was for ‘stealing’ Jack, but I felt like a dumb middle-schooler, so I got over it.

            Louis texted me that day and asked me if I wanted to grab a coffee with him, so I agreed to it. I didn’t have anything else going on, so why not? We didn’t talk about much, as usual. Just school, plans for the holidays, etc. He still wouldn’t tell me what his talent was for being at AMDA, and I didn’t understand why he was being so secretive about it. I told him that I was there for dancing and singing, so what was the big deal with him not telling me? We hung out a lot that month, just getting to know each other more. I didn’t want to share too much, because I certainly wasn’t an open book. I was full of secrets that I intended of never sharing with anyone. I was still bottled up, and no one would ever be able to change that.

            One day, Louis and I decided to go for a walk around the courtyard. It was sunny for a while, and out of nowhere, it began pouring down rain. His dorm was the closest, so he took my hand and pulled me with him through the puddles. We ran fast and he pulled me close to him, as an attempt to keep my dry. Once we got to his dorm, we were both soaked head to toe. We laughed as we walked in, and he pressed his back against the door after he closed it. I somehow managed to trip over my own feet and land with my body pressed up against his. I looked up at him and smiled, and to this day, I swear that he was about to kiss me. I would’ve been lying if I said that I didn’t want to kiss him back. But, I backed away and began looking around, admiring pictures of him and his family.

            “I’m gonna go change into dry clothes… Want me to try and find you something?” he asked me, walking over to his room. I simply nodded, then continued to look around at all of his stuff. For a guy, his dorm was pretty clean.

            He came out in a clean shirt and sweatpants, then handed me a sweatshirt and a pair of drawstring basketball shorts. “Thank you,” I said sweetly, walking to him and taking the clothes. From there, I walked to the bathroom and changed, leaving my wet clothes in a pile on the floor so I would have an excuse to come back and get them another time. I didn’t know if I liked him by doing that, but even if I did, I wouldn’t have been able to bring myself to admit it.

            When I walked out, the dorm was smoky and smelled of something burning. I walked to the kitchen where Louis was frantically trying to get the smoke away, and coughing like crazy. He had been telling me that he was a bad cook, and I didn’t believe him until I watched him burn a bag of popcorn.

            I walked over to him and pushed his hands away, then turned on the fan which was above the stove to try and get the smoke away. I looked up at him, raising my eyebrows slightly. “What are you doing?” I asked, desperately trying not to laugh at his efforts.

            “I thought we could watch a movie or something, so I was gonna make popcorn… But it sort of burned,” he explained, looking me up and down. I was wearing his clothes, so he probably was thinking that I either looked like crap, or he was majorly turned on by the fact that I was in his attire.

            As I prepped another bag of popcorn, he watched me. He smiled and ran his fingers through his hair which, because of the rain, had fallen back to its natural look. When the microwave beeped, I took the bag out and smiled at Louis. “And THAT is how you cook a bag of popcorn properly,” I smirked.

            He laughed, shrugging his shoulders before he let out a heavy breath. “You look…” he began, biting down on his lower lip.

            “Horrible?” I asked, laughing softly.

            Louis shook his head, smiling sweetly. “I was actually going to say stunning,” he corrected me, then chuckled softly.

            I shook my head and looked away so he couldn’t see me blushing. I was honestly flattered, I wasn’t used to being complimented. It made me feel special. He took the bag of popcorn and walked over to the couch, patting the spot next to him for me to sit. I giggled and ran over, plopping down and covering up with a blanket. He tugged some of it over himself, then smirked at me. I took his remote and skimmed the movie channels, looking for something interesting to watch. I decided on a scary movie and waited for the nod of approval before I played it.

            Throughout the movie, I would squeal a bit, to which he would laugh and pull me closer to him. I was a bit scared, but mostly, I wanted to be in his arms. I jumped at one point, practically landing in his lap. He chuckled and teased me for a second, but pulled me into his arms and squeezed me tightly once. There was something about that moment that made me feel… safe. And I hadn’t had that feeling since my mom hugged me for the last time. I relaxed into his arms as my heart pounded, my arms grew goose bumps, and my mind felt like a static TV. When the movie ended, I was still in his arms and both of our breathing was heavy. He clicked off the TV, and I didn’t know what to do… I didn’t want to move.

            “Do you want me to walk you to your dorm?” he asked me, patting my thighs a few times. I stood up, and we both stretched our arms out.

            I nodded my head a few times, smiling sweetly at him. “Yeah, sure,” I replied softly, staring up at him for a second.

            As we were walking back to the door, my mind was going crazy. I couldn’t stop thinking about how I felt in his arms, how I felt in his clothes, or how badly I wanted to kiss him. Without another second, I turned around and pressed my lips against his with no hesitation. As cliché as it sounds, there were sparks; I felt fireworks. It was truly like no kiss before. Louis kissed back, and although his lips were thin, they were soft and gentle. His arms wrapped around my torso to pull me closer to him, and we both got lost in the moment. All of that time, I tried to keep him as strictly just a friend, and then tonight happened. I was at a loss for words.

            I finally broke away and stared up at him for a second, and he stared at me. He didn’t move his arms, and my heart was still beating faster than ever. “I’ve wanted to do that all night,” I said softly, smiling sweetly.

            “I’ve wanted to do that since the moment I first saw you,” he admitted, smiling back at me.

            I giggled softly, then tilted my head to the side a bit. “Well… now that we did what we wanted, what should we do?” I asked, not being able to wipe the smile off my face.

            “Now? I.. I want you to be my girlfriend,” he blurted out, turning red before he stepped away from me, pulling his arms back to himself. “If that’s okay with you,” he added on, giving me a small smile.

            After hearing him, I couldn’t help but giggle a bit. But I stopped and thought for a second. Louis’ girlfriend... I hadn’t been someone’s girlfriend since Damen, so it was scary to think about. But something about Louis was just different. The way he made me feel when he hugged me or kissed me, it was all so different. And I had to give love another try at some point. Louis could be good for me, so why not?

            “I’ll be your girlfriend if you’ll be my boyfriend,” I said with a little giggle, wiggling my eyebrows a few times.

            Louis paused, then scrunched his nose up. “Sorry love, I don’t think I can do that,” he winked, then pulled me into him and kissed me again. When he pulled away, he smiled at me. “You have no idea how lucky I feel that it’s me instead of Jack,” he said with a small laugh.

            I giggled softly and rolled my eyes, made a pouty face. “I don’t want to go home anymore,” I whined, slipping my shoes off. “Can we make a cake?” I asked with a big grin.

            “That’s fine, but you’re making the majority of it, just so I don’t burn the place down,” he chuckled, bringing me into the kitchen where he got me out the ingredients.

            I did most of it and he helped with some parts, but I started to get bored. After pouring the flour in, I cupped my hands with some and threw it at him, covering his face and shirt with it. I started laughing hysterically, but he got me back. He threw two handfuls at me, so I did it back at him again. That continued until we were covered in the whole bag of flour. We were both almost on the floor laughing, but he took my hand and brought me to the bathroom to clean up. We started washing off with water, but he started tickling me, so I got water everywhere. I was dropping to the floor, so he picked me up and set me on the counter, then leaned in and kissed me. I wrapped my arms around his neck and wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him closer to me. His hands were on my waist, his fingers digging into my skin slightly. When I pulled away, I looked in the mirror at our reflections, and we honestly looked like a couple. A very cute couple.

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