One Direction Fanfiction (On Hold)

You meet Louis traveling.

"I'm so excited!" you gushed as buckled your seat belt.

You were on a plane for your school trip to France and Spain, and you were so elated that you couldn't even sit still in your seat.

"I know," your best friend who was sitting next to you replied, "I can't wait to do this!"

She looked over at you.

"You know that you can calm your leg down, right?" she inquired, referring to your leg that was bouncing up and down like you would put a baby on to calm it down.

You laughed.

"No, I really can't I'm too happy."

She giggled, "You're too crazy is what you are."

You just rolled your eyes and waited anxiously while watching the Green Day Packers on your little mini-television plane thing.

I can't wait to arrive!

After what felt like forever, they told you that it was your turn to exit the plane. You immediately stood up and stretched your arms out. Ugh. That was a long ride. I feel as if my limps are all numb now; they don't want to move-at all.

"Come on," y/bff/n told you, "let's get our stuff down from the overhead compartment."

You nodded and tried to undo the latch, but it was too high for you.

Hmm... I can't reach that. What to do... Oh, I know.

You turned to y/bff/n.

"Give me your hand so I can stand up on the seat."

She gave you her hand and you stepped up on the platform, but as soon as you did, you heard a voice shout in protest.

"No! Don't do that; you'll get hurt!"

You were suddenly being lifted back down to the ground by a pair of strong arms around your waist. What?

You turned to meet a pair of perfect cyan eyes and messy, coco-colored hair. Hello, Mr. Hotness. You thought.

"Well, hello to you, too." he chuckled, handing you your bag, which he had retrieved.

Oh my goodness! I did not mean to say that out loud!

He saw the look on your face and hid a smirk.

"It's okay. I personally think you're really cute, too. What's your name, beautiful?"

"Susan." you blushed.

"Almost as pretty as you look. Mine's Louis." he introduced.

Your eyes widened at the name and suddenly everything fell into place-the eyes, accent, hair, perfectness, everything.

He's Louis Tomlinson. He's Louis. He's my Louis-and he complimented me. Oh my goodness! I can't even breathe right now!

"You're Louis Tomlinson." you breathed.

"Correct, love." he giggled.

"I love your music." you managed.

"Thanks. I like you," he commented. He suddenly turned somewhat shy. "This is crazy; I just met you, but I really like you. Would you let me do the honor of taking you out a date, maybe?"

You nodded, speechless. He just asked me out! And we barely met! My life is awesome now! Eek!

He beamed and tucked a lose strand of hair behind your ear.

"Good. Until then, I can show you around if you like; we've been here before." he offered.

"Thank you. That's so sweet."

Later, he took your hand and let you around London, being your tour guide-the best tour guide ever-as he showed you off to everyone he knew.

This was only the start of a priceless relationship.

This is a preference for @Megan_Suzan . She's awesome. Thank you for requesting, and I hope that this was okay. I know it wasn't that great. I can redo it if you want-or do more for you. Request! Thanks for the overwhelming reads, guys!