Beyond the Stars *Dark Louis Tomlinson*

Chapter 5

"Adeline?"

I slowly open my eyes. "Good morning, Miles," I greet, forcing a smile.

"Did you sleep here last night?" he asks. I nod. "Why?"

"My bed just didn't appeal to me last night," I say, shrugging. He tilts his head in confusion. "Louis found me. He came to my flat and forced me to come to his place. I climbed out the fire escape and he followed me into a bookstore, but the cashier lied and said I ran the other way. I couldn't go back to my flat. He'd find me so easily there, so I slept here."

He kneels down and hugs me. "I'm so sorry," he whispers. "You can stay with me for a couple of nights until it dies down. We'll go there during the evening. Louis is usually working in the evenings."

"Thank you for everything, Miles."

"I'll just tell Lizzie to bring over some of your stuff so there's no risk of him catching you there," he explains, taking out his phone. "I got your back, Addie."

"Oh, thanks. Um, could you please just call me Adeline? I don't like to be called Addie," I stammer.

"Yeah, sure. Hang on a moment."

He goes into the store to talk to Elizabeth on the phone. I yawn and throw the soft blanket off of me. I'm still wearing my pajamas from last night. I don't understand why Louis would want me. He's a mysterious and possible killer and I'm just, well, me. Though he's scary, Louis is undoubtedly endlessly fascinating and I am boring. I'm just a simple nineteen year old girl.

There's a morbid fascination to Louis. He's a scary and dangerous man that I can't help but want to figure out what he does. I can't help but want to know what his story is. What made him turn to violence? Maybe his childhood was violent and it brought him to the streets. Or maybe he was raised on the streets. Like his parents could have left him in a dumpster somewhere and he was taken in by some hoodlums.

My sudden fascination in Louis is worrying me. I shake my head to rid of the thoughts, but they just intensify. Does Louis have any siblings? If so, do they know of his dangerous lifestyle? Do they even know that he was stabbed just a few weeks ago? I wonder if his parents think about him and know that he practically rules London. They must know. Unless they don't live here. Where would they live then?

Stop it, Adeline! I scratch my head and enter the store, putting on a Beatles record to help clear my mind. John Lennon's smooth voice makes me smile and I momentarily forget everything about Louis. I check the time. It's almost nine in the morning. Miles usually opens up the store, so he has to come early. The store officially opens at nine and even then we don't get a customer until around maybe eleven.

"Let me pick a song," Miles insists, turning the record over. "I know how much you love The Beatles. I don't know them very well, but I do know that I love this song."

Twist and Shout blares over the speakers as Miles turns up the volume. "I love you," I chuckle.

He takes my hands. "Twist for me, Adeline," he says mockingly.

We do as the song tells us. We shake it up, baby, twisting and shouting and coming on. We work it on out and twist so fine. I twist a little closer to Miles, letting him know that I'm his. Well, Elizabeth is his but that's just what the song tells us to do. I shake it as John Lennon instructs me to over and over again.

The very dance-able instrumental break makes us run, skip, and twist around the store. For a few moments, everything is okay in my world. All that exists in the world is us and our incredibly horrible dancing. The ring of the door at the very end of the song makes us stop. I immediately duck behind a shelf as Miles stiffens up, turning off the song.