Stranger - Louis Tomlinson FanFiction (Translation)

Chapter 1

Like I've already said English isn't my mother tongue, so excuse me for mistakes. I would appreciate it, if you tell me my mistakes, so I can blue-pencil them.

Enjoy reading:P

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A cold breeze made me tremble, when I entered the Park in this cold autumn evening. The wind swept through my hair and let it whip into my face. With an energetic hand movement I put a strand behind the ear, pulled up the thick, fluffy hood and pulled the sleeves of my deep-blue college jacket slightly forward, so that at least my hands kept a little bit of the residual heat in themselves. My teeth clattered. Without looking to the left or to the right, I walked along as fast as possible the gravel way. I fully concentrated on the music, which boomed from my Dr. Dre headphones, when sudden a cracking sound in the bushes to my left let me startle.

 "Sorry, if I frightened you." A shadow detached itself from the lantern next to the bushes, which slightly illuminated the dark in front of me. A dubious looking boy stepped up a little closer to me. At each step, the chains on his black pants seemed to strum and his lip piercing flashes on as he smiled at me.

I felt the adrenalin in  my veins, as the stranger tilted his head and looked me straight in the eye. The cigarette, which was stuck between his fingers, glimmered, as he took a drag. I took off my headphones and put them around my neck.

"No problem", I muttered, and wanted to keep on walking.

"Could you do me a favour?" I paused. The look he gave me from his blue eyes nailed me when I looked at the boy.

I took all my courage together. "Why should I do you a favour, even though I don’t know you?"

He grinned, took another drag and screwed up his eyes.

"You’ve got a brother, right?"

My heartbeat accelerated. How did this creepy fella know that?

"Yes."

"Mike Taylor?"

I was somewhat poorly, as I answered in the affirmative. "Who are you? And how do you know him?"

The boy declined. "Long story. My name is Louis. And you are…?"

My answer was only a faint whisper. "Sky."

Louis smiled, flicked his cigarette to the ground and stubbed it out.

"Nice name."

"Uh-huh."

"Are you nervous?" A dark laughter flitted over his face and I noticed how I was chewing on my lower lip. I stopped rapidly.

"No", I said quietly and looked into his eyes framed with eyeliner.

Louis came closer and looked down at me. I could smell him. His dark leather jacket reeked of smoke and aftershave, and his arms were covered all over with tattoos.

"Great ... could you do me a favour now?" Perhaps’ His voice was not as deep as you'd might expect from his appearance here, but the hoarse undertone let me cringe.

"Depends on what it is."

Louis seemed to like what I said, because he grinned again. "Oh, I have my mobile phone not here and would have to telephone briefly."

"I'm sorry, I don't have mine", I lied. Of course I had it; it was at the bottom of the white Adidas bag I was carrying. Louis looked at me piercingly. It seemed so, as he knew exactly, that I fibbed.