Punk Louis Series

"You Meet For The First Time"

You can't help but stare from your seat as the tattoo covered guy walks up the stairs in search of his place. "Please don't let it be this one," you say to yourself as you look down at the empty seat beside of you. Your friend nudges your shoulder as he begins to make his way through the line of people. You glare at her and face your attention back to the pitch, trying to ignore the fact that he was coming up to you. His Manchester United jersey let you know he was a fan, even though he didn't come across as one. As he moves in beside you, your head naturally turns to look at him and you immediately regret it. You smile softly at him, looking over the piercings in his face and quickly turn your head back. He had returned your smile. It was gorgeous, as was he surprisingly, and you found yourself wanting another look. You held back though. His physical demeanor intimidated you so you kept to yourself, concentrating on the game and keeping close to your friend. "GOAL!!" Shouted the announcer and the crowd around you erupted. You were up on your feet high-fiving everyone around you, but once it came to the guy with the tattoos you just stood there, quickly turning back to the pitch. "Want any?" You hear abruptly at the half. It hadn't come from your friend, but the guy on your other side. You look over at him as he points to the vendor standing at the end of the isle. "Oh, no thank you," you answer quietly, trying not to engage him too much. He is silent for the rest of the break, although his legs were bouncing with some sort of urgency. You can't help but focus as his leg twitches next to your's. "I'm sorry, am I bothering you?" He asks as soon as the whistle for the second half blows. You shake your head and say nothing. "Louis," he follows your gesture with. Your head slowly turns upward to look at him. "I'm Louis," he repeats again to your confused face. You sheepishly smile and nod, turning your head back around to your friend, looking at her with wide eyes. "Well tell him your's," she whispers, nudging your arm. "(Y/N)," you manage to get out, turning your head back around, and looking just past his eyes to render your intimidation. You see his bright smile still, and turn to look at him directly. "Nice to meet you," he responds softly, acknowledging your intimidation. You say nothing in return. Your lips tighten together showing an ever so slight smile before turning your head back. "I've got to go to the bathroom," you say quickly to your friend as you get up from your seat and walk down her side of the isle. "Umm okay?" She stutters. "She's not coming back, is she?" Louis asks your friend. "Probably not," she answers, both watching you walk up the stairs.