Touch of the Heart (Louis Tomlinson Fan Fiction)

Chapter 5

 *Charlotte's POV*

We were sitting in a small Italian restaurant just enjoying some spaghetti. I still hadn't been able to bring myself to tell him, I was actually enjoying myself way more than I was proud to admit.

"Louis," I began to say.

He looked up from his pasta and I saw that he had sauce all over his face. I fell into a fit of giggles and pointed at his face.

"What?" he asked innocently.

"Your face," I responded laughing.

He touched his face and saw the sauce on his fingers, and started laughing himself. He wiped it off with his napkin and turned back to me.

"You were saying?" he asked, with a mischievous glint in his blue eyes.

I opened my mouth, but nothing came out, so I closed it. He looked at me curiously so I tried again, nothing. I looked down at my lap and sighed.

"Charlotte?" he asked, starting to sound worried.

I slowly looked up to look at him and before I knew what was going on, a breadstick was shoved into my face. I pulled it out of my mouth and stared at Louis in surprise, who was laughing uncontrollably. I couldn't help laughing myself; he was hilarious and so down to earth. Even though on the day I met him he had gotten a bit cocky, fame hadn't gotten to his head like I had thought.

"Well I think we are done here," he said, waving over the waiter, "Want to go for a walk?"

I nodded, deciding this was my chance to tell him.

A few minutes later he had paid; having not let me pay for my own meal, and we were walking down the sidewalk towards a park. He tried holding my hand, but I slipped it away from his grasp.

"What's wrong?" he asked, coming to a sudden stop.

"I can't do this," I choked out, not being able to get myself to turn around and look at him.

"What? Hold hands?" he asked me, confused.

"No, not that, this" I said pointing at him, and then at myself.

He furrowed his eyebrows clearly still very confused.

"What are you saying?" he slowly asked, I could tell he was not liking where this was going from the look on his face.

"It's best we leave it like this. You are leaving on tour, and I'm stuck here," I blurted out, still not wanting to look him directly in the eye.

"We can work it out," he said reaching for my hand once more.

I pulled away from him, not wanting to let him touch me. I knew if he did I would melt. But I immediately regretted it when I saw the hurt in his eyes.

"I'm sorry," I whispered.

"What are you doing?" he asked.

"Your fans wouldn't like if you dated a stupid stripper. It's all I am," I said, my bottom lip trembling.

"Then quit and come with me. I'm sure Paul wouldn't mind if you came on tour with us," he tried to reach for my face this time.

I flinched away once more and gave him a cold stare.

"No, it won't work out. Goodbye Louis," I choked out, holding back tears.

I turned on my heel and began to walk away. I felt him begin to follow me, so I ran as fast as I could. This time I had made sure to wear shoes that made it easier for me to get away. I made it to the edge of the street and ran across before the traffic began. As soon as I crossed a mess of cars began to go through and there was no way for him to follow me. I speed walked away, not daring to look back at him. I knew that if I did, it would break me even more.