People Fall in Love in Mysterious Ways

Chapter 1

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*Lola's POV*

I sat at a bench in the beer garden of my favourite pub, three hours I've been sat here.  I have no motivation to move at all.

"Excuse me?" I heard a voice from behind me, I turn to see who the voice came from.

"Do you mind if I sit at this table? The rest are taken."

"Sure, knock yourself out" I reply, gesturing to the bench I was at and  turned back to face the drink in my hand.  I looked at him as he sat.  He was tall and thin, dirty blonde hair swept neatly to his right.  I must admit, he's quite handsome.

"Fuck" he half whispered, patting down his pockets.

"Sorry, but do you by any chance have a lighter? I'm an idiot and left mine in the house" he looked at me and smiled awkwardly.

"Aw yeah sure!" I replied, rummaging through my bag.  I eventually found it and handed it to him.

"Thanks" he nodded, speaking with his cigarette hanging out of his mouth.

"Nice accent by the way, where in Scotland are you from?" he smiled again, handing me back my lighter.

"I'm from Glasgow" I returned his smile while taking my lighter from his hand and returning it to my bag.

"Thomas" he said, sticking his hand out for me to shake.

"Lola" I replied, taking his hand in mine to return his shake.  We started chatting, talking about anything that came up.  I looked at my watch.

"I should really go, but it's been nnice meeting you Thomas" I spoke standing up and smoothing down my dress in the process.

"I can walk you home if you like?" he offered, looking up at me.  I got lost in his eyes for a second.

"Yeah sure" I smiled shyly looking away incase he noticed. 

As he walked me home, I couldnt help but smile listening to him talk. Everything about him drew me in.  The way he laughed, the way he spoke.  Something pulling my bag stopped my train of thought and by the time I realised what was happening, it was gone.

"What the fuck!" he yelled, running after whoever had just stolen my bag.  I started to run after him but my foot slipped on the path and I went down like a tone of bricks.  I felt the rush of pain in my hand and cheek as I collided with the ground, letting out a small scream in the process.  It wasn't long before Thomas was at my side.

"Shit Lola! Are you okay?" he spoke gently, kneeling down beside me.  I could feel the trickle of a tear rolling down my face as I sat up.

"Everything. He has fucking everything!" I pointed in the direction the bag thief had went.

"My keys, my phone, my money. Everything" I huffed throwing my hands in the air and bringing them down to rest on my head. 

"Um, I dont mean to be the bearer of bad news and all, but you're bleeding" he spoke just as gently as before, placing his finger under my chin, bringing my face up to look at him.

"It's not too bad, you should be fine" he smiled at me, making me feel better for a second.

"Where am I going to go now?" I spoke quietly, almost a whisper.

"I know we've just met, but I cant let you have nowhere to go. Tonight, you'll stay at mine" he half smiled.

"I'm not a murderer, I swear!" he let out a laugh.  I know I really shouldnt but I dont know any one else here. I dont have an option. 

"Thanks, that's really nice of you" I smile at him. He helps me up and we head to his house.

We arrived at his flat after about half an hour of walking.  He unlocked the door and getured for me to go inside. I smiled at him then went in.  It wasnt what I was expecting.  It was cosy, almost felt like home.  He sat on the sofa, kicking his shoes off as he did so.

"Take a seat" he said while looking up at me.

"Let me get you something comfy to wear, and I'll get a damp cloth for your face" he smiled his half smile up at me, and stood up as I sat down.

"Thanks Thomas, I'm pretty glad it was you that sat at my table tonight" I replied as he left the room.  He returned a few minutes after with joggers and a t-shirt, and placed them down beside me.

"You get changed, just call on me when you're done and I'll bring you that cloth." He turned and left the room again.  I quickly got out of my dress, replacing them with his clothes.  I couldnt help but notice how good they smell.

"I'm decent!" I called, but he didnt reply.

"Thomas?" I called again, but still nothing.  I stood up from the sofa.

"Thomas this isn't funny!" I called again, slowly walking through the living room, heading for the hall.  I hear a crash and run to where it came from.  I find myself in the kitchen, the window lying open.

"Thomas!" I shout, running to him.

"Some.. Someone was here." The look in his eyes showed me he wasn't lying.

After locking the doors and windows we returned to the living room.

"Someone stole your bag and then someone broke in to my flat.  How unlucky are we.." he tried to laugh but the bruise coming through on his cheek must have been sore.

"Two unlucky peas in a pod!" I smile at him.

"It's getting pretty late. We should go to sleep. You go sleep in my bed and I'll sleep through here" he suggested.

"I dont want to kick you out of your own bed! I'll sleep on the sofa" I tried to argue but he wasnt having it.  Eventually I agreed and went to his room.

45 minutes later and I still cant sleep.  I'm still pretty shaken up from tonight.  I dont feel safe, and if I dont feel safe, I cant sleep.  Thomas must have been sleeping though, I havent heard a sound coming from him.  I get up for a drink of water and head to the kitchen.  Just after I turn the tap off, Thomas walks in.

"Cant sleep either?" he questioned, scratching the back of his head.

"Nope, I just.. Aw I dunno" I mumble back.

"You just what? Lola its okay, dont worry about offending me" he laughed.

"I just dont really feel safe" I look at the floor as I speak.

"Aww, will it make you feel better if I come give you a cuddle?" he spoke in a mocking tone.

"That was your plan all along? Just trying to get me in bed?" I try to keep a straight face but it proves difficult as I can feel my smile growing.

"Well Lola, my dear Lola, I already got you in my bed, didnt I?" The smirk was plastered across his face.

"Cheeky git" I laugh and slap his arm.