One Direction Dirty Imagines

Let Me- Louis Tomlinson

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Let Me - Louis Tomlinson

He's doing that thing I hate. He won't stop doing it and I can't just scream across the table, amongst our friends, at him to stop doing it. How ridiculous would I look? I love his laugh so much that I hate when he does it, because it gives me this stupid feeling in my stomach. Like my heart dropped into the pits of my fluttering stomach and won't stop bouncing around. And I know that's the cheesiest thing someone's probably ever thought of, but I can't help it. That's what he does to me.

"Y/N?" Beside me, Harry's giving me a look of bewilderment while he sips his drink. "You all right?"

Everyone at the table stops chattering and looks at me. Across the table, Louis stops laughing. Good.

"What? Yeah, no I'm fine I just..." I stumbled across my words, searching for an excuse.

"Can't help but stare at Louis?" Niall grins, "Don't worry, babe, it's so hard not to stare at him."

The boys began to laugh, including Louis. Dammit. "She's probably wondering why he's wearing a damn bowtie to a casual dinner with you lads," Perrie winks at me and I give her a small smile.

"Yeah, that's it," I said. "Seriously though, Lou, why the bowtie?" I decided to play it off like I hadn't been checking him out, and instead opted to ignore the situation entirely.

Louis looked taken aback, and scoffed at me. "You don't think it's stylish then, Y/N? I was going for a more vintage look, you know?"

"Who're you trying to impress here, Lou?" Harry laughed.

I noticed a sad look in Louis' eyes, but I don't think the rest of the group did as they chatted on about Zayn's new hairdo and Perrie's approval. Ever since the earlier years, when Louis and I had been friends and gone to drama club together, I'd always picked up on the subtle things, like when his boisterous laugh wasn't as infectious, or when his smile kind of looked as though it was forced. I'd been there through his breakup with Eleanor, and although it had been a good eight months and he said he had moved on, something still felt off.

Later in the evening, Louis chose to walk me home in spite of my eager attempts at getting a cab. Harry went off to Niall's for some more drinks, Zayn and Perrie split off to her place, and Liam decided to take Danielle out to a club. It was down to just us two, myself and Louis, and even though I wanted to hang out with him, I also really wanted to get out of his company. Why? Because he intimidated me, and ever since these stupid feelings began to creep up, I was afraid of what I might say, or do, around him.

"So you think Niall and Harry will get pissed tonight, or what?" I asked casually.

Beside me, Louis had his head down while he walked with his hands in his coat pockets. "Is that a rhetorical question?" he snickered, looking at me with bright blue orbs. "You should know them better by now."

I smiled and nodded. "Yeah, yeah,"

Silence followed, though it wasn't awkward. It was more like we were both lost in our own minds, not really paying attention. My flat was just up the street, and I felt like we both were dreading the moment he had to drop me off. I didn't know if I was dreading how he would drop me off, or the fact that he had to leave in general.

"So, Y/N," at my doorstep, Louis looked at me with curious eyes.

"I feel a question coming on," I said.

Louis smiled. "When was the last time we had a good time together?"

I racked my brain. "Er, probably a couple months ago when we got pissed off that bottle of tequila."