Encounter 1

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The first day we met I was having an awful day, but then again most days were awful during that period. I was on my sixth straight day of working both jobs; I opened at the coffee shop early in the morning and then worked at the bookstore. I'm actually surprised he didn't runaway scared at the sight of me, working fourteen hours a day does not make for a very pretty me. He came in to the bookshop I work at looking for a gift for a friend and he asked for help finding the book. I can't recall the title, but it was a mainstream fluff piece that every other customer that walked in the shop asked for.

I'm embarrassed to say I rolled my eyes and sighed as I led him to the correct section and handed him the book. Not very professional of me, but as I said, I wasn't in a good place.

"I take it you're not a fan of this book then?" He chuckled.

I could feel my cheeks heat up. I really needed to watch my attitude regarding peoples' choices.

"I'm sorry, that was very rude of me. Is there anything else I can help you find?" I mumbled without even looking up at him, straightening some of the books on the shelf.

"It's okay, really. It's not my taste you're judging."

When I finally looked up from the shelf he looking at me with a very warm smile on his face. I won't lie, his smile did put me a bit at ease and I smiled back at him a bit. "I am sorry though, that was rude of me."

"No worries. I myself have always had a problem biting my tongue." He chuckled again.

I laughed a bit. "Do you need anything else today?"

"No, this is it. Thank you for your help though."

I just nodded and smiled at him as we walked out from the aisle. He walked toward the checkout and I went back to stocking shelves, counting down the hours until I could go home.

My first encounter with Louis Tomlinson didn'tleave any big impression on me except that I needed to make sure I masked myopinions of the books people chose to buy. Little did I know that this was justthe beginning.


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