You're Still the One (Louis Tomlinson) (FINISHED!)

Chapter two: Don't question it

I really didn’t have the money to buy anything to drink at the café, but I felt like I couldn’t just sit there without ordering anything. So I sipped on my cocoa and opened The Sherlockian. I was reading, but not concentrating. What are Louis and I going to do? What is a proper Doncaster welcome? Was it a date? No, he just met me, he doesn’t know me well enough for it to be a date. Don’t be silly. He probably has a girlfriend. Besides, I don’t want it to be a date. That means it could lead to more serious things, and I don’t want that. I mean…I do…but…no. I will not go through this again.

If he tries to make it lead to more I will just have to stop it right away.

Wait, really Jovi? Do you really think you are that good looking that he would want to ask you on a date? Seriously, the world doesn’t revolve around you.

“It’s been a half of an hour and you’re only on page two?” I hear a voice from behind. I snap out of my thoughts and look up into the bemused face of Louis. “Oh, haha I uh, I guess I kind of got lost in thought.”

“What were you thinking about?”

I stood up and he picked took my red jacket from the back of my chair and held it up for me to slip into. “Oh nothing really, I am just trying to find a job. I don’t really want to end up on the streets, ya know?” I chuckled nervously. Okay Jovi, take a deep breath, this guy is nice. He is genuinely nice, you can tell. Remember the old saying, eyes are windows to the soul? He is a good guy. Stop being nervous. Just concentrate on his eyes. I took a deep breath as he fixed the collar on my jacket and I buttoned up.

“You moved over here without having a job lined up?” I turned to look at him, pulling my dirty blonde hair out from under my jacket. He looked a little concerned, with is brow furrowed. “Yeah, well I mean I guess I thought it would be a little easier than it turned out to be.”

He didn’t say anything, but had a thoughtful face. We walked outside where it was getting darker by the minute. “Wow, it’s sure cold out here!” I commented, trying to make small talk. He pulled his green beanie down a bit farther, and shoved his hands in his pockets, looking down. “Yeah, it is. Hey, do you want to get something to eat? I know a great little place a few blocks away,”

“Yeah, sure!” I really didn’t want to say I couldn’t – I’ve already spent more today than I should have. I finally have some human contact, and I don’t want to lose it. I really hate being poor. I really hate being poor in a country I’m not familiar with. I really hate being in a country I’m not familiar with when Christmas is just around the corner and I have no one to spend it with.

I sniffled a little, partly because it was so cold outside, and partly because thinking about this made me want to cry.  I looked up and saw Louis looking at me with a hint of a smile at the corner of his mouth. He wrapped an arm around my waist and stuck his hand in my pocket where my hand was. As cold as we both were I warmed up when he touched me. I rested my head on him and we walked a little slower. Our hands that were in my pocket intertwined naturally. I wasn’t sure if he was trying to comfort me because he could tell I was upset, or if he was trying to warm me up because it was so cold. Either way it was nice.

It was comfortable. I didn’t over think how I should act, or if I should say anything, or wonder what was going on in his mind.

Jovi! Stop! You don’t even know this guy! Why are you doing this? Why is he doing this?

So much for not over-thinking. I hate when I snap back and my mind goes into overdrive again. He probably just wants to get in my pants. That what it is. Well sir, I am not that easy.

I pulled our hands out of my pocket and put some distance between us. “Why are you being so nice to me?” I asked. I felt bad for breaking up the moment, I really was enjoying it.