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chapter 2. Bristols pov. (Edited)

Well yesterday went so fast I could hardly believe it. It was like I could run slower than that. I was in the 5k running for cancer and won. Don't mess with my speed. I forgot almost everything that happened. But I will never, NEVER, forget the fact that I met the famous, Louis William Tomlinson.

"BRISTOL! SOMEONES AT THE DOOR FOR YOU!" My mom shouted up the stairs to let me know.

I was laying in my room on my bed. Getting up, I figured that it was just my friend Layne. Then I got downstairs looking all gross and nasty to find Louis standing there looking like a doll, as always. He was just staring at me, and I didn't really know what to do. Nor did I know how he even got my address. I began blushing, of course, and began to greet him.

"Hello." I timidly said, trying to finger comb my hair.

"Well hello there, miss." He smirks.

A long pause later, I finally said, "I'm gonna go get ready now. I'll be back soon."

{5 mins. later}

I'm applying eyeliner to my eyelids when I hear footsteps slowly and gently walking up the steps, and I immediately know who it is.

"Bristol what are your doing trying to make yourself look all pretty and everything? You don't need to do that. You need to look like you just woke up and you're confident in it." Louis says rushing over putting all the makeup away.

"That's what I'm doing. I woke up, I'm doing my makeup, and then I become confident." I explain.

"I don't care. You are NOT putting on makeup. And I mean it!" he says zipping up the bag and puts it in the drawer.

"Fine. So what are you doing here?" I ask running down the stairs.

"I thought we could go on a walk. Do you want to?" he asks gazing into my eyes.

"Sure. I think I need to get a sweatshirt first." I say going over to the coat closet.

When I got my sweater, I walked over to where Louis was standing.

"Ready?" Louis asks.

"Yep." I replied.

Then, we walked out the door and put our hands in our pockets, and our hoods above our heads.