Jess' P.O.V
"Flight number 458 is arriving in London, England in five minutes. Please fasten your seat belts for landing. Thank you for flying with United Airlines."
We're finally here! It's hard to believe I practically slept the whole flight. I eagerly look out the window at the beautiful expansion of green and the architecture that comes into view. Louis chuckles at my excitement.
We get up and exit the plane. I thank the attendants as Louis and I walk into the airport to locate the baggage claim. Louis picks up his bag and after waiting for mine I turn to him talking into his phone. Walking and talking, he hails a cab.
"Where to mate?" the cabbie says.
"Cheshire?" He mumbles into the phone for confirmation. "Cheshire," he says again this time so the driver can hear.
"Yeah," he speaks nochelantly into the speaker. "Not long, just until we find a place. Mhmm. Alright. Thanks lad. See you soon."
Once he ends the call he pulls me closer. I snuggle into his chest as much as the seat belt will allow and he engulfs me in a hug. He smells heavenly like cologne mixed with something warm.
"Who were you on the phone with?" I asked as I watched the small England shops speed by the window. Small droplets appeared on the window, foreshadowing a downpour.
"I rang my friend Harry to see if we could stay at his flat for a while until we find larger means."
"Oh," I simply said. "How long have you known him?"
"Almost fourteen years. We practically grew up together until he moved away to go to uni," he sighed fondly.
I patted his chest leaving him to reflect on years past as we drove through the dreary elements. A half an hour later we pulled up to a cozy complex. Paying, Louis threw his jacket at me to cover myself as I dashed below the awning of the building for cover as he followed closely behind. Louis walked inside and located flat 256, knocking twice.
The door opened to reveal a slender, much taller boy with mocha curls and bold green eyes. Like Louis, he had multiple peircings, a snakebite and multiple up his ear with a cuff. Tatoos peeked out from under his loose tshirt as many trailed down his arm as well. His serious features were replaced however with a dashing grin when he saw Louis and I.
"Louis! So glad to made it, mate!" he croaked.
Harry embraced Louis, almost picking him up completely and all fear of the boy before disappeared as I looked at a disgruntled Louis in Harry's monkey arms. I couldn't help the giggles that slipped through my lips.
Harry put Louis back down and turned to me. His eyes blazed with excitement and he smiled widely at me.
"You must be Jess! Louis talked about you very fondly earlier, it's nice to finally meet you."
"Nice to meet you too, Harry," I laughed as I outstretched my hand to shake his but instead he scooped me into a hug. Flush against his chest I let out a squeak. Louis cleared his throat behind us, clearly jealous.
When Harry let me go I turned to Louis who looked at me with raised eyebrows. I wrapped my arms around his middle, kissing his cheek and looking up at him. He closed his eyes and grinned, pleased with himself. I rolled my eyes and looked at Harry who laughed.
"Oh mind my manners, come in you two."
We stepped inside taking in a small living room and kitchen with light grey walls and hardwood. It was homey with two couches and cases full of CDs and DVDs. He led us down the hall to our bedroom where he grabbed our luggage and put it on the bed.
"Alright, my room is right to your's if you need anything. Only rule is no loud love making in my bed," he wiggled his eyebrows then turned stern.
Louis rubbed his face with one hand and I'm pretty sure my face turned tomato red.
"You won't have to worry about that Harry," I assured awkwardly.
"Oh," he said thinking. "Oh. You mean? Oh. You haven't?"
"Yes Harold, we haven't. Jesus fu.cking Christ," Louis muttered.
"Well then," he turned to the door. "I'll get dinner ready while you two unpack."
"Thanks Harry," I gave him a wry smile.
I went over to my suitcase and unzipped it, taking out its contents and putting it in the drawers next to the bed. I could feel Louis watching me but neither of us said anything.
"So...why haven't we?" I hinted silently.
"I didn't think you were ready. I didn't want you to think I was taking advantage of you."
I turned to him, slightly irritated.
"You didn't think I was ready? Louis I'm not so seventy year old virgin! I'm obviously ready because I'm in a relationship with you after all. And don't forget I'm the one who wanted you to run away with me. How much more obvious can I get without me throwing myself all over you?" I ranted.
"I don't want to hurt you! And don't lie to me, I know you're a virgin Jess." He fired back.
"Oh so just because I'm an angel and I do what I'm told that instantly makes me a virgin?"
"It means you don't get out enough to not be one."
That was it. I was done with his insults.
"Can't you see that you're hurting me anyway? Not with your d.ick but with your mouth? Your words Louis!" I seethed.
"Dinners ready!" Harry called happily, not hearing our argument.
Eyeing Louis, I stomped out and down the hall to the dining room table.
"Where's Louis?" Harry asked.
"I won't be joining you," Louis suddenly appeared from the hallway. He went over to the coat rack and put on his jacket, buttoning it and looking at me. "I don't want to hurt you anymore than I have Jess."
"But you just got here!" Harry exclaimed, confused. "Besides, where are you going? You barely know your way around."
Before Harry could convince Louis further, he was already out the door, slamming it harshly behind him.
I looked at Harry worridly. Where would he go? For how long? I shouldn't have even brought the whole thing up. I felt awful, completely gutted the whole situation fell back on me.
"Aw love, don't look so sad," Harry comforted, handing me a cup of tea. "I'm sure Lou will be back soon. Just needs to clear his head is all."
All through dinner I couldn't help but worry about where my troubled boyfriend had gone.
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Safe [punk l.t.]
FanfictionGood girl Jess is just that; a great student, loving daughter and plays by the rules. The total opposite of punk football player, Louis Tomlinson. Louis' bad rep is something Jess knows to stay away from but a risky decision leaves Jess's trust in t...