Victoria's POV
I pulled away from the hug awkwardly. I had no idea what to do in situations like this.
"Your car's broken." I stated looking at him. He smiled at me.
"Yup it is." He said putting his hands in his coat pockets. I ran my fingers through my hair nervously. Say something Tori. He is just going to walk away.
"You can stay at my place if you want." I said gesturing towards my front door. He just nodded and I turned around to knock on the door. There was no one there. So I knocked louder and turned around and smiled shyly at Louis. He smiled back at me. I knocked on more time...but in mid knock Emily opened the door.
"Oi Tori it's 2 am. What the bloody hell wer-...oh." She yelled then trailed off when she saw us in wet clothes and not ripping each others hair out. She stepped to the side to let us in. I lead Louis down the hall.
"Here is the spear bed room. Abby should be sleeping in hear but she isn't so you can sleep in here. We just moved in so its really plain looking. Very dull, boring." I said rambling on. I was secretly hoping he would decline and go home...or stay in my room. Either way is fine but I don't kno-
"Its fine. Night Victoria." He said walking past me to get to his room but he stopped and turned around and kissed me on the forehead. I stood there like an idiot.
What the hell just happened.
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LOUIS'S POV
I clothed the door behind me. I leaned against the door and laughed slightly. She was ridiculous cute when she is confused. I walked over to the bed. I was going to sit down but I remembered that I was in wet clothes. I walked into the closest just to snoop around. I saw a white robe to I changed out of my wet clothes.
I was going to clothes the door but something caught my eye. I saw a big white postal box on the door rack that labeled 'Victoria' on it. I heaved it down and put it on the middle of the bedroom floor. I lifted the lid to see what was in there.
I saw tons and tons of pictures and things written in their. I saw a picture of Victoria when she was smaller dressed in a basketball jersey along with another girl with brown curly hair and blue eyes. I looked closer to see that they were probably 7 or 8.
I saw another picture of Victoria with the same girl but they both looked a little older. The girls had their arms wrapped around each other. They were infront of a fountain. That a whole bunch of sculptures in the background.
I got the next picture out it was of Victoria and the same girl except this was different. The girl with brown hair looked tired and sleepy. She had tubes connected to her nose and arms. She was laying in a hospital bed. Victoria was next to her smiling as bright as she could.
I got the next one out to see Victoria and the brown headed girl. She was sitting in a wheel car in the middle of a crowd with a castle behind her. She had no hair and just a baseball cap on she was still smiling though. Victoria was to her right smiling her bright smile.
I flipped through tons of more pictures to find out what the girls name was there was just no sign! I got deeper in the box to find a picture of a 4 year old Victoria with a man in a very official uniform. Military like. I saw another on with a 14 year old looking Victoria, with her mother and, I'm guessing, her little brother.
I looked at the time on phone to see it was about 2 am. I've been looking through her pictures for an hour? I quickly put the photos in the box and closed the lid and proceeded to walk to closest to put the box where I had found it. I closed the door and grabbed my, now, semi wet clothes.
I walked to the balcony and layer my clothes out for them to dry over night. I left the door slightly open so I could get some air. I then climbed in bed. Those photos just got me....
One Step Closer To Victoria.
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A/N: AGAIN Super short but meant a lot to me. You'll see more. Oh and please tell me you would want to happen. I would love your ideas alsooo I was thinking about writing a sequel. DON'T WORRY THIS STORY ISNT ENDING YET! just for future preference. ♥ k bye. mwah :*
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