Louis partridge imagines

Bus

Louis partridge
Warning: swearing

3rd POV:

"See ya" y/n grabs her bag, starting her goodbye to her favorite 24 hour shop in London.

"Bye" Darren, the elder restaurant calls out. "And be safe" he says daring.

"I always am" pushing her back against the door before smiling quickly. Walking onto the dark streets, arriving at the bus stop. Standing next to the bus stop, a lights right ahead. Looking down slightly as the car arrives.

The doors open as the women driving taps the steering wheel with a beat. Y/n slides her cash into the register, smiling small at the driver. The bus empty as usually, it was pretty late at night so not many people rode it.

Heading to the back, quietly sliding in her air buds. Seconds later the bus stops again, she glances up to see a teenage boy step on.

His black hair spiked up, he shakes off his jacket for a moment starting to walk towards her. Her eyes meet his for a moment till he looks back down.

Smirking slightly stepping onto the second platform off the back. Sitting himself down only 2 seats away from her. He places his bag on the floor, taking out a few papers.

Y/n glances over to him as he wrestles with his papers. She sighs loudly catching his attention, she shifts on seat turning back to the window.

It was difficult for her to keep her eyes off him, his beauty was unmatchable. Though his hair was spiked up like in the 70s. Smiling slightly as the thought it his head turns to her.

His stare was strong, pulling his eyes back to the paper away from her. Minutes pass as she pulls on the bus string for it to stop.

It slowly down, grabbing her backpack before heading to the front. Looking back at the pretty boy for a moment to see his eyes were alright on her.

She gives him a smile before stepping off into the rain. As the bus driving off, she look around her body. Groaning loudly at the realizing she left her jacket. The rain starting to pour on y/n as she walks to the apartment.

Louis's eyes look back at her seat after she left. A green sweater catching his eyes. Putting his script away, picking it up for a moment. As he notices the similar street. Dropping the jacket he pulls on the string.

The bus slows down as he grabs his bag then contemplates taking the jacket too. Oh whatever he says to himself taking the jacket into his hands.

(Time skip: next day)

Once again y/n waits for a the bus. Luckily there was no rain to poor down on her. Again paying for her ride as she steps onto the bus. "Was there jacket left here last night by any chance" the man shakes his head at her question.

Sighing she heads to the back row of seats. Taking out her book, her eyes read through the words carefully. Someone gets on the bus making Y/n eyes shoot up.

The familiar brown eyed boy steps toward her. As sits down text to her, giving a half smile. Sitting down again, 2 seats away.

"Hey" his voice deep as she looks back at him.

"Hi" she grins.