Rough Panties

Chapter 1: The meeting

Hi please enjoy the first ever chapter. I will update as much as possible! enjoy :)
-Tory

Louis' POV
Finally after a long day of hard work, I have received my paycheck! Which means that I can now go shopping. I have been wearing around the same skirts for a little too long and it's time for a wardrobe change. Sometimes that will spice up my life since it's boring. Living with my best mate, Niall, even though he's funny, he gets a bit much. He tends to drink a lot so I tend to leave him to himself and his business.

As I walk through the mall, I look around and notice the increase in people since I've arrived. Quite annoyed since that means lines will be longer and that's what I'm trying to avoid. As I make my way through, I hear people chat about some boxer guy. I know absolutely little about boxing or any sport for that matter except football (the European version. Soccer for Americans like me).

Finally I find the store I've been searching for, Charlotte Russe. (It's a very nice store that I shop so I'm sorry if you don't recognize it). I walk inside and look at many different skirts and shirts available. A worker who looks like my age smiles and asks if I need any help. I politely declined and she nods and leaves back to shifting through different skirts. Just as I was about to leave the store, because honestly they had not upgraded their clothing stock. A man with curly, chestnut hair runs into the store and shuts the doors. Workers lock the doors and the man looks appreciative for their actions. I sigh and turn back to my shopping since leaving this store obviously won't be an option. As I look through another section, I hear the curly haired man speak. "Yeah, I'm sorry about that. Too many people in one place. I didn't even know I had that many fans."

I perk up at the voice because it was slow and deep. It gave me goosebumps and I moved about the store. I felt very submissive for that second and I can't believe I let that feeling take over me. I shake my head and finally find skirts and shirts I like.

I walk up to a worker who bluntly ignores me to stare at the man with curly chestnut hair. I say "excuse me? I would like a dressing room." the worker looks at me and rolls her eyes. I start to feel a bit angry with her attitude and I raise my voice "hey now
girly. I'm a customer and I want to try things on. Now show me a damn dressing room!" She stands up straight and walks away from me. I stomp my foot and turn around only to run into someone.

Great my conscious tells me. More people that I have to deal with.

"I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to run into you."

I look up and it's the curly chestnut haired man. I look at his beautiful green irises. My eyes scan his face to his cheekbones that look like they could cut through glass. As I continue to stare, I notice his thin yet luscious pink lips curl into a smirk that show his dimples. I blush when I realize I've been staring too long. He stares at my face a little longer before he starts to speak

"You surely look better in a skirt than most girls."

I burst out into giggles because I'm aware of this due to the looks I get daily. Yet I smile and thank him anyways. Just as I was about to move and find a worker to let me into the changing rooms, he stops me by standing directly in front of me so I can't move. I lift an eyebrow at him and smirks before speaking "I'm Harry Styles." I look at him before standing up a bit straighter because of the height difference, "and I'm Louis Tomlinson." He smirks again before looking at my outfit head to toe and notice the clothes in my hands, "you going to buy those?" I put my hands on my hips, "well I was going to but some curly haired man had to run into the store and distract all the workers." His smirks doesn't flatten, rather it grows more prominent.

"Oh, I'm sorry princess."

Those words made my eyes widen and my cheeks got heated real quick. He laughs and looks around, "how about I find one of those distracted workers to help you?" I stare at him then nod, "fine. it's the least you owe me since you interrupted my shopping spree." we walk to a worker and he leads up to the changing rooms. "Well I'm sure
I can make up for that." He smirks at me, and I'm starting to think that is all he can really show facial. I walk into the dressing room and put down the clothes I was holding and put my hands on my hips, "and why are you so confident that you can make up for it?" He looks at me a bit speechless and before he can say a word, I shut the changing room door and try on some different skirts. Harry knocks on the door, "yes?" I question. "Uhh, well if you want someone else's opinion on any of those skirts or something, I can.. uh like tell you mine." I'm a bit thrown off by his nervousness but I smile because it makes him more nervous. "Okay well thank you. I do need some help." I open the door and show one of the few skirts that I wasn't too sure about. He stares at me a little longer before twirling his finger around. I roll my eyes and twirl around in 360 degrees. "I think you should *coughs* get that. You look real good. I mean it flatters you nicely." I smile and nod before changing back into my original outfit. I open the changing room door and Harry trials behind me. I go to check out and Harry arches an eyebrow at me. "Yes, Harry?" I ask. "Uh to make up for ruining your shopping trip, let me buy you your skirts." I smile and nod, "Okay but I think I'll owe you after this."

After paying, the smirk comes back and plays on his lips. He bends down so we are the same height and whispers very slowly, "You can give me your number and we can call it even." I shiver slightly and rub my arms to get rid of the goosebumps that formed. I am afraid to speak because my voice will probably be too high pitched and nod. He smirks and hands me his phone which I put my number in. He smirks at me, "I'll see you around, princess." I shake my head and walk out the store.

When I get home, Niall immediately booms me with questions. I ignore him and head straight to bed because I'm quite exhausted. I go to bed with thoughts of the curly chestnut haired man with the deep green eyes that interrupted my shopping spree. The part that nags me the most is that I was glad he did run into the store. I fall asleep with a soft smile on my face.