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Chapter 17

Song: Top Of The World- Bridgit Mendler

"You got me so elevated, you wanna jump, why you waiting? Let's risk it all, let's risk the fall tonight"

Delilah

I bite my nail, bouncing my leg as I wait at my dining room table for Louis. I've been sitting like this for nearly 45 minutes and I just want him to get here. Considering this is my first ever date, I'm nervous as fuck. What am I suppose to do? How am I suppose to act? Do I hold his hand? Do I kiss him? I don't know, that's the answer to all of them!

"It'll be okay," my mom says from behind me. I jump, turning around and nodding.

"What if I, like, puke?" I stutter out. My mom rolls her eyes, pulling the chair next to me out and sitting down.

"I promise you won't throw up. It may feel like it, but that's just the butterflies in your stomach. That means you really like him," my mom smiles reassuringly. I nod my head, taking deep breaths to calm myself down. I look down at my outfit, nearly screaming.

"What if my outfit sucks?!" I cry. My mom grabs my arm to keep me from running upstairs, sighing.

"Your outfit is adorable. Keep it on," she says. I squeeze my eyes shut, nodding. Okay, black jeans with a grey sweater and combat boots with white socks are okay. Everything's okay. My straight hair is okay along with my boring makeup.

Boring makeup.

"My makeup," I shriek.

"Will you calm down? You look beautiful!" My mom yells. I nod, taking another deep breath. Calm the fuck down, Delilah. The nerves have gotten the better of me and now I'm questioning everything I've done, everything I'm wearing, I'm literally questioning my existence right now. I need to take a chill pill.

I hear a quiet knock on the door, my eyes widening at my mom. She stands up, patting my arm as my body stays still. I hear her open the door, my hands hovering over my chest to calm myself down.

"Hello ma'am," I hear Louis' British accent echo through the house. I slightly laugh at his politeness, this situation weird and new to me.

"Please, call me Amy," my mom says. I stay with my back to the door, too scared to even glance.

"It's nice to meet you," Louis says. I can hear his smile in his voice, my heart slightly relaxing.

"Well it's very nice to meet you too," my mom says. "You should come over for dinner one night! I need to get to know the boy my daughters in love with-"

Before my mother can say anymore, I run over and grab Louis' hand. I start to run out the door, hearing my mom yell one last thing.

"Be safe!" I hear Louis laughing behind me as I drag him to his car. Not how I planned he would pick me up, but still a little way to lighten the mood. My mood.

"You love me, hm?" Louis teases. I roll my eyes, turning to him. I smile, all my butterflies erupting at the sight of him. He's wearing ripped black skinny jeans with an American flag shirt and jean jacket. I study his hair, imagining him standing in front of the mirror as he combs his fingers through his quiff. His face is perfect as always, making me jealous. His tan skin makes his blue eyes seem more turquoise than they actually are, and his soft pink lips helping with that as well.

I smile at Louis, leaning in to peck his lips without thinking. But, it doesn't phase me. It felt right.

Louis and I quickly get in the car, Louis opening my door for me like a gentleman. I blush as he rushes to the other side of his car, hopping in. He starts the engine, twisting his body to put his hand on the back of my chair, turning his head to look back. I watch him lick his lips in concentration, his eyes meeting mine.