Bad Boy Tomlinson

Chapter Two

-Grace-

The encounter from last night left me a bit fazed, so the next day at the community center, I got a little lost. I ended up by the gym. Mindlessly, I opened the gym door. I saw a big ring in the center, and in it, two men. When one of them turned to drink some water, I recognized him immediately. Louis. He turned back, and faced the other guy. When they got closer, the other guy threw a punch, and hit Louis in the face. I have no idea why, but I shouted stop.

"Stop! Stop it, you're hurting him!" I shouted. They stopped, and looked at me.

"Take five, Anthony." Louis hopped out of the ring, and pulled me to the side of the gym. "What are you doing here, Grace?"

"I take an art class here on Wednesdays. What are you doing here?" I asked.

"I had a choice between three months of house arrest, or three months teaching people MMA. I'd rather do something I like than sit in my flat all day."

"Ah. Sorry about that, I thought you were actually fighting." I felt a slight blush rushing in my cheeks.

"So, you'd actually care if I were beaten?" He asked, a smirk growing on his face. The blush increased, and I hid my face in my hands. He chuckled, and pulled me closer by my hips. "It's okay for you to care Grace," he whispered.

"I know, but I hardly know you."

"We can change that. How about we have dinner sometime?" I uncovered my face, and looked up into his pale blue eyes. His face was much closer since he pulled me. His hands were in my back pockets.

"Sorry, but no." He frowned, and made a pouty face. I tried hard not to smile, he was kinda adorable.

"You're stubborn. I like that. So, how about tomorrow night at seven?" He asked.

"Louis, I said no!" I said, pushing him away from me. He chuckled, and pulled me roughly back toward him.

"Tomorrow night at seven it is," he said with a grin. He pecked my cheek, and released me. He called the 'Anthony' guy over, and hopped back in the ring. I left the gym, and decided to skip my art class. 

I walked to my car and unlocked it. I put the key in the ignition and drove home. The ride is usually about thirty minutes, so I hooked my iPod to the auxiliary and turned on Ed Sheeran. 

When I got home, I kicked off my shoes and went to the fridge. i found some food and went to my room. I layed in my room, thinking. As I stared at the ceiling, I thought only of Louis. Why did I care when he was hit during training? Did I really care for Louis? Well, I guess I'll be learning more about him tomorrow night.

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So sorry it took so long to update! We'll try to update again soon as we can. So, Louis and Grace...Gouis? Or Lace? I don't know...

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