Faith ( Louis Tomlinson Fanfiction )

Chapter Twelve

Louis Point of view.

A normal walk in the street is as luxurious as a dream in my life, it requires it's own essentials, like a beanie, sunglasses, a hoodie and a GPS tracker, but it's the closest thing I can afford to just feel normal from time to time.

And today was just the perfect day for a walk, even if it means being tracked like a dog, it's still worth it.

It has been exactly two weeks since I had this embarrassing fall down infront of Faith, we haven't left Miami yet since it was tour break, which means interviews and causal commercial making which made us pinned in here for two more months, not being able to go home nor to another city.

My feet drove me to what seems to be one of the really calm suburbs of Miami which was filled with small boutiques and shops, it was beautiful full of trees and kind of really relaxed.

Soon I felt the smell of coffee and freshly baked muffins coming from a small cafe in middle of the street.

The closer my feet strolled toward that cafe the louder and clearer the music became.

The magnificent guitar strums lead me to the cafe but only when I was really close I could hear the voice of the apparently girl playing.

As I entered I saw a girl singing on a poorly lighten stage near the entrance.

As my eyes wandered around I noticed that the cafe was actually really beautiful and calm, wall climbing flowers filled one wall while the other was filled of paintings and black and white pictures, another wall had the cashier with a big menu stand next to it and a small display full of muffins, cookies, cinnamon rolls, you name it, it was on the display. Behind the cashier there was a lot of different coffee machines and a small refrigerator and a door which I amuse leads to the kitchen.

Tables were randomly splattered across the middle of the place, to be fair it wasn't that small, just big enough to still be homey.

but then again, my eyes fell on her again.

She was still hidden in the darkness of the stage, all I could make out of her was the way she sat with the guitar in her lap, her dark hair laying in soft curls down her shoulders and nearly reaching her middle, she was beautiful.

No she wasn't one of those perfect girls you see once in a lifetime, for god's sake I can't see her face.

but the may she strummed on that guitar made me feel like she was strumming on the veins of my heart.

It had been a while since I ever saw somebody who lets music overpower their voice, everybody is trying to cover the music with their voice which most of the time goes horribly wrong.

and she knew her voice wasn't a record worthy, she knew she didn't have the talent in her voice, she had is in her hands.

and her voice isn't the one to bother you, cause the amount of passion she carried within her made her sound like a hummingbird behind her music.

as soon as she finished her song she began in another one, which I caught on immediately .

The chords of this one was familiar to my ears and I must say she carried this one way better than the one before.

Today was gonna be the day that they are gonna throw it back to you,

by now you should've somehow realized what you got to do,

and I don't believe that anybody feels the way I do about you now,

I took a seat, my eyes not leaving the stage for a second as she sang the song from deep inside her heart, that the way she played it nearly compelled me, Chills rising up my arms, the way she played the guitar reminded me of my friend Ed, and I just couldn't take my eyes off her, even when a waiter came to ask me if I want to order anything I simply said a cup of water, even though there are a lot of stuff I could fancy but thats the words that came out of my mouth without thinking, the way she coo-ed the words after all you're my wonderwall were enough to make me set up a goal in mind, I have to see her.