Dangerous.

Chapter Ten

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----Louis' POV.----

"What did you even mean by stuff anyways?" I asked her the question that has really been bugging me since we left the Starbucks nearly an hour ago. I had insisted nearly fifteen times to take her out and about. She only agreed because she explained she had time to kill before another run, whatever that meant.

"You really don't know?" She laughed, my body flushing at the sound. I seriously couldn't hear it enough, it was addicting. I could literally go on for hours on end listening to it. I could and I wanted to. So bad.

"N-no?" My damned stutter, the damn thing that pisses me the most off but by the sounds of it she might find it appealing. Might.

"He thought I was selling you kush," she rolled her eyes, her lips turning up into a perfect smile.

"Kush?"

"Marijuana," she laughed loudly. "Weed, whatever the hell you British people call it!"

"Oh shit I sound like a badass now," I laughed along with her, trying to distract her from noticing my step in attempt to walk closer to her. If she did notice she didn't lead on.

"Yeah okay," she said sarcastically, rolling her eyes with a smile. I literally want to just drop to my knees at her mercy right about now. The way her dark hair was being tossed around the wind, her cheeks were flushed bright pink by the cold air hitting them, and the way the sun lite up her eyes an even more astonishing shade of blue that were lighter than the usual ice colour they possessed before. She was a piece of walking art right in front of me.

"Tomlinson what the fuck are you staring at?" Her voice barked, snapping me out of it thankfully. I felt myself grow hot at her gaze, my skin crawling in the most pleasant way.

"You obviously," I blurted out, instantly regretting my words. She stopped walking and I nearly toppled over my own feet while trying to turn towards her. She laughed as I held onto a lamppost in attempt to hold myself up.

"Smooth," she called me out, her accent light and noticeable. It was pissing me off honestly, I told her not to use it anymore.

"Why do keep using that false accent?" I frowned, still holding myself up on the lamppost. Her frown mirrored mines.

"Can I not?"

"Not around me," I butted back, earning the damn sparkle back in her eyes.

"I'll think about it," her accent was more propionate. Nearly reminding me of Cher Lloyd's. She's good at this.

"Har har.." I rolled my eyes after getting back on my two feet. She grinned at my awkwardness and embarrassment.

"So where are we even going?" She asked aloud, pushing her dark hair back once more. I loved seeing it fight against the wind, giving her a savage wild look I've never seen before on anyone.

"I'm taking you out for lunch." I say proudly. She gives me a bewildered look before bursting out laughing. To be honest that hurt, it's not like she meant to but I felt foolish.

"You are aware it's only 10 am?" She laughed, shaking her head. I felt like taking out my phone and snapping a picture of her laughing like this. Her eyes closed, smile big, hair all over the place as her hand was on her head from shaking it. A picture perfect opportunity.