You and I: A Louis Tomlinson Fanfiction

Chapter Eight

        The elevator finally stopped on the 14th floor, but Louis still grasped my hand as we got off. I didn't pull my hand away, even though I felt like I should have by now.

        He didn't speak as we walked down the long, exquisitely furnished hallway, although there was noone else loitering about it.

        He stopped abruptly at room 235. He took out a slim white card that read:

        Welcome, Mr. Tomlinson, to the Solow. We hope you'll enjoy your stay, we assure you it is one of a kind. The Solow standard of luxury apartment living in New York City is distinguished by award winning, sheer glass architecture, superb Upper East Side Manhattan locations, white glove services and outstanding amenities. Solow apartments are endowed with spectacular river and city views, penthouse atrium pools and state-of-the-art fitness centers, as well as 24-hour concierge and attended garage services and private gate house and porte cochere entries. Welcome, to the dream.

        "Welcome to the dream?" I laughed, raising one eyebrow in disbelief. First upstanding French people, and now boasting key cards?

        "Yeah, I know. They must really like this place." He slid the key into the lock, and opened the door.

        "Welcome, to the dream." He joked, wagging his eyebrows at me.

        "Oh please." I rolled my eyes, going in. It was a large open space, but to my right there was a well lit hallway. I walked forward and around the corner, finding myself in the living area.

        "Louis? Is that you?" A British sounding voice called from around the corner.

        "Who else?"

        I widened my eyes as Harry Styles walked around the corner, wearing jeans and a black t-shirt, his dark curls peeking through a hunter-green beanie. He grinned.

        "This is that cute fan girl you were talking about?" Louis blushed and looked away.

        "Um, yeah. Harry, this is Sarah." Louis motioned to me and back. I smiled.

        "Hi." I whispered, feeling self-conscious.

        Harry's dark eyes suddenly brightened with realization. "Hey, I know you! I remember, at the concert. You were there with your cute friend, Madison, Maddie, uh-"

        "Madelyn." I corrected lightly.

        "Madelyn! Yeah, yeah. You seemed like a nice girl, I'm glad you're the girl Louis took a liking to. I'd have hated if it was just some crazy fan. Remember that one time that girl threw her phone onstage? And you had to call her mum? Remember Louis? Remember-"

        "Yeah, I remember." Louis interrupted, looking embarrassed.         

        "Well, anyway, it's nice to see you. I hope you'll visit from now on." Harry held out his hand. I bit my lip, looking at Louis.

        "Oh, she doesn't...really...like....touching....people." He informed.

        "Or  people touching me. Please don't be offended, you're really nice, it's just....never mind. It's not you, it's me." I added quickly.         

        Harry put his hand down, smirking."Well then, Louis will just have to change your mind on that, hey, Louis?"

        I blushed, realizing what he was referring to. Louis shook his head in dismay.

       "I'm sorry, Harry must've forgotten to take his meds this morning." Louis apologized. I shrugged.

        "Well, I'm going out, see you in a bit." Harry waved and walked out, closing the door gently behind him.        

        "He seemed....fun." I said finally, padding closer towards the couch.

        "LOUIS? You're finally back! Did you bring that pretty girl?" I grinned when Niall poked his head out of the doorway, I assumed which led to the kitchen.

        "HEYYYYYYYYY." He greeted, walking out, bag of Cheetos in hand. I gave him an acknowledging nod.

        "Bloody hell Louis, why didn't you call? I would've tried to clean up your mess. You're making a bad impression on her." Niall wiped his fingers on his black jeans and threw some trash that had settled on the couch and deposited it onto the plush cream carpeted floor. He plunked himself down, grabbing the remote to the 75'' flat screen.

        "Come on, make yourself comfortable." Niall patted the empty cushion next to him. I glanced at Louis, who shrugged. Seriously?

        "He's always like this." He whispered urgently. I nodded slowly. Okay then.

        Louis sat next to Niall, and I took my place gingerly at end of the couch.

        "So, what's your name? What are your hobbies?" Niall asked, flipping through the channels.

        "Um, I'm Sarah. I guess my hobbies are...reading....and...just...reading, I guess." I answered awkwardly. Niall nodded.

        "Cool, very cool."

        We sat there for a while, just watching Two and a Half Men, Niall bursting out laughing at random parts. Louis looked at me. We should go. He mouthed. I nodded. This was just awkward now.

        "Niall, are Zayn and Liam here?" he turned back to Niall. Niall shook his head.

        "Nah, they went somewhere. I don't know where. But, no, they're not here."

        Louis got up, and I followed.

        "Well, bye Niall. It was nice to meet you." I said, walking to the door. Niall grinned.

        "It was nice to see you too, Sarah. Louis couldn't shut up about you yesterday, and I'm glad to finally meet the girl he was so crazy over."

        I blushed, and hurried out the door, Louis close behind me.