The rose and the sunflower.
The girl with the golden eyes and the boy with a golden heart.
The girl that believed love was just a fairytale and the boy that believed fairytales are just stories waiting to come true.
'I used to think love was a point...
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an. this is the shortest chapter you will ever receive from me (523 words) but rightfully so, i'd rather not elaborate on this but the knowledge is necessary for the future.
do with that what you will. ilyyy, kisses <3
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Five months later, May 2018
Louis and I went to an Arctic Monkeys concert together after waiting years to finally see them. Our entire friendship has been spent obsessing over this band so, naturally, we went to one of their shows while they're on the Tranquility Base Hotel & Casino tour.
Of course, we had the most amazing time.
Unfortunately, having an amazing time included alcohol.
And alcohol led to clouded judgements.
I don't know what takes over me, but before I realise what's happening, my hand is on his jaw and my lips are pressed against his.
This feels... weird.
He doesn't pull away. Why isn't he pulling away? Instead, he kisses me back, much more force being added as his hand finds a spot on my waist and rests there.
Okay, so maybe we've had too much to drink. But what's the harm in us kissing a little?
My back is up against the wall now, Louis' arms pinning me there for now. His one hand squeezes my hip whilst the other is next to my head on the wall. I find myself threading my fingers through his hair roughly, instinctively pulling him closer to me.
We both pull back from each other's lips suddenly, staring at each other. Shit, I say to myself and start to panic when he doesn't say anything. I watch his eyes carefully, wanting to see if I can read any form of expression in them but of course, I can't.
"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have-" I begin to apologise, starting to realise that I had my tongue down Louis' throat, but he cuts me off.
"No, don't apologise." He says quickly, removing the hand that was on the wall and fixing my hair behind my ears delicately. His other hand is still on my hip and the skin under it suddenly feels like it's on fire.
"I should go." I speak but don't act on my words.
"Yeah..." Louis trails off, looking me straight in the eye, seeming to study me as I was previously doing to him.
That's when I see it. That glint of something sparking in his eyes. And when he doesn't move back to allow me to leave, instead stepping closer to me once more, I realise what's about to happen.
Like two hungry animals our lips are connected again, Louis holding the side of my face as well as my waist and he pulls me from the wall against his body. His tongue delves into my mouth, the faint taste of beer still staining it.
The feel of his tongue is all I can focus on as he swiftly leads me to the couch. It feels strange kissing him but not uncomfortable. Maybe it's the drinks clouding our judgement— it's definitely the drinks clouding our judgement.
Friends don't sleep with each other, not the type of friends Louis and I are at least, but the high rush of desire overpowers any and all common sense both of us would usually have.
I do not want to talk about it but... I may or may not have definitely slept with Louis Tomlinson.
