Crazy Little Thing Called Love

The Beginning Of The End Or How I Met Louis Tomlinson On A Train

I was lying on my bed, my legs dangling lazily over the edge of the bed and blew a lose strand of my brown hair out of my face. I had just discovered a small black dot which kept moving at the ceiling and was wondering if I wanted to know if it was simply a small bug or a spider which I wasn't too fond of. I decided I didn't want to know, not until later that day anyway when I would search my room for spiders like I did every night.

My phone gave a buzzing sound and I let out a loud sigh. Work. Fantastic. Slowly, I got off my bed, peeled my clothes off and put on the uniform I had to wear for work as a sort of secretary at the welcoming desk of a big fancy hotel. I didn't particularly like my job but it was only three days a week for 4 hours and I needed the money to pay my bills while I was still at university. Going to university in London was f***cking expensive these days. High tuition fees and the living costs in London were insanely high but I was living my dream and that was all that mattered at the moment. I decided that I was too lazy for makeup and simply pulled my hair into a neat bun, quickly slipping into my ballerinas on the way out the front door.

As it was already mid-afternoon the tube was spilling over with students on their way home from school and some lucky people who got off from work as early as four. I was squished between a middle aged woman who was reading an important looking document and an insanely attractive guy who looked sort of familiar. I wasn't sure where I had seen him before and as he was wearing a beanie and sunglasses it was difficult to make out his face. 

The tube came to a sudden halt at Leicester Square and I promptly fell into the mysterious stranger who caught me before I could have hit the floor. "Sorry", I said embarrassedly and quickly let go of him, while trying to get as much space between the two of us as possible in the more than full compartment. "Don't worry about it. Are you alright, love?" I simply nodded, too shocked to reply. 

That voice, that familiar voice I had heard so many times before on the radio, in interviews, and most importantly; on a daily basis on my mp3-player. Louis Tomlinson still didn't look very convinced but didn't ask any further questions. "Seriously, I'm fine, Louis." He looked surprised. "You recognised me?" he asked slightly shocked. I laughed. "Well, I wasn't sure why you looked familiar at the beginning but your voice sort of gave you away", I said with a grin in his direction. He chuckled. "Are you a fan? Because you're not freaking out right now, not that I want you to, especially not in a packed train full of teenage girls, but I'm just curious", he said in a low voice and looked down at me. 

God, he is even more gorgeous in real life than on screen. His cheekbones are to die for and his eyes... "Keep it together, Claire", I told myself and tried to act as if I wasn't totally freaking out on the inside. "Well, I work as a sort of receptionist for a big fancy hotel so I am quite used to famous people by now. But I am a huge fan of your music." I answered him while I tried to figure out what the next stop was. 

As I was pretty small with a height of 5'2, I had difficulties to spot the screen which showed the next stop because there was no way I could make out the woman's voice which always told you what the next stop would be over the crowded compartment. Aha, Hyde Park Corner, my stop. 

"Ah, that explains a lot. What's your favourite song, if you don't mind me asking?" he asked with a grin, one eye brow raised in a questionably sort of manner. I chuckled. "It's Little Things and as much as I'd love to continue this conversation, I gotta get off now, but it was nice to meet you, Louis." I smiled at him, gave him a little wave and turned around to start my little fight to get to the doors in time, when I felt a hand on my shoulder holding me back. "You didn't even give me chance to say good-bye", Louis said with mock sadness in his voice and pouted when I turned around. "Oh I am so sorry, my kind sir, my deepest apologies" I replied with a mock bow. "But I really gotta go now. I'm sure you'll be fine." 

He smirked and let go of my shoulder. "Alright, alright. I wouldn't want to be held responsible for you being late for work. It was nice to meet you ..." he looked at me and then I realised I had never told him my name. "Oh, I'm Claire. Sorry that I didn't introduce myself properly." I started making my way to the doors as the train rolled into the station with a lot of "Excuse-mes" and "Sorrys" along the way, as one usually does. 

Just as the doors were about to open I heard Louis' voice behind me. "Have a great day, Claire!" he shouted over the noise, the amusement prominent in his voice, before I was rushed outside onto the platform and further away from him. When the doors had closed and the train rolled out of the station, I realised that he never had said good bye.

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Hi everyone,

this is my first fanfiction ever so first of all thank you for reading this first chapter 'til the end, I really appreciate it. I should probably also tell you that English isn't my first language so please keep that in mind while reading my story.

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