Dream - l.t {au}

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I clutched the insignificant folder closer.

It didn't have any importance to me, but I held it tight anyway. I knew that if I dropped it, it wouldn't help the situation. They wouldn't be happy with me ruining something so special.

Sacrificing my only clothes I stuffed the folder under the thick jumper and the coat I was wearing in order to protect it from the rain.

I zipped up the coat and pulled up the hood letting the tip of it drop just over my eyebrows. I heaved the door open and let the water sodden the garment. Wrapping one arm tight around my waist and clasping my hand over the swaddled folder I stowed my other hand into the depth of the pockets to keep then from going numb.

I kept my head down and walked fast. Only allowing my eyes to see the floor and peoples legs, I didn't make eye contact with anyone.

Shuffling against the brutal rain and wind I trodded forwards brushing against peoples arms every so often. People hurried to get into shops or find some sort of protection from the cruel and bitter weather. The only reason I noticed this was the heavy and fast movements of different footsteps.

Knowing for once where I was going and slightly familiar with my surroundings, I didn't need to keep my head up, not that I would have anyway. Noticing the edge of the curb and the big puddles swamping the edge of the road I quickly lifted my head in search for vehicles.

Spotting none, and seeing it safe to cross the road I once again dipped my head down and walked across the road briskly. Continuing walking to my destination I noticed feet appear in my view.

I moved a little too late.

I smacked straight into someones chest, I kept hold of the folder and as a natural instinct my hand shot out to break the fall. Seeing as my hand was bound to the lining of the donated coat pocket, I stumbled further only to have someones arms capture me.

I let out a gasp as I was brought to my feet again. I could tell it was a bloke, due to his male british knights and dark blue slightly lose fitting skinny jeans.

"You alright there?" A warm and slightly high pitched Doncaster accent asked me.

"Yes thanks," I squeaked.

His hold went lose from my arms and I atempted to move past the stranger and keep on walking.

"You sure?" His soft voice echoed again.

I turned to face in his direction, still not daring to look him in the eye. How could I?

I felt his stare on my face, I immediately shied away from him and the all to familiar blush grazing upon my cheeks.

"Um yeah I'm sure," I told him trying my hardest to not stutter.

I noticed the shifting of his posture and he ducked his head lower to see my face. I gasped loudly when we made eye contact.

Not only was I scared but he had the most beautiful eyes, they were a stormy blue, grey. I quickly looked away from him, embarrased and a little freaked out.

"Hey, hey." The lad consoled me trying to get me to look at him. "I didnt mean to scare you, I'm sorry." I noticed the tone change in his voice and the sound of sorrow in it. Reluctantly I shiffted my head to look up a bit more.

I shiffted my gaze around not daring to look into his eyes again.

"Sorry. Dont worry about it." I told him.

"You going to look at me?" He asked.

I froze.

I cant look at him.

"I wont bite." He promised.

Gently he picked up my chin with his pointer finger and directed my face to meet his.

He was beautiful, he had floppy styled hair that was a lovely shade of brown. He had a wonderful bone structure fining him perfect cheekbones and a strong jaw line. He had slight stubble that gave him a manly yet boyish look, and lastly his lovely pink lips.

It felt strange and odd looking at his face and taking his features in. He was gorgeous, and I didn't find him scary at all. Something about things boy, whom I did not know the name of gave me the feeling of comfort.

It was bazaar, the only people I have ever felt comfortable with were my parents, Edith and Charles. Some people I could talk to. But not once did I make eye contact with them. I never did.

"Erm hi." I spoke slowly, trying to get to grips with looking at him.

"Hi, I'm Louis, Louis Tomlinson. Your name?" He spoke with the friendly Doncaster accent again.

"Blair Sanders." I greeted him.

"What on earth are you doing out here, walking in the rain with no umbrella?"

It was just then, that I noticed he was carrying a large umbrella protecting the both of us from the rain hammering down on the pavement.

"I have some where to be and I don't have an umbrella."

"Okay then Blair, I'll let you be off with your travels then. Lovely to meet you!" Louis chirped.

I bowed my head and offered him a smile. To my surprise he embraced my body with a one armed hug, yet it was enough to make me smile wider.

"Nice to meet you to," I said, the stutter coming back.

Louis let out a large smile and nodded his head.

Reaching the end of the conversation I made sure my hood was pulled down properly, dipped my head and walked away from Louis.

I plodded onwards, smile on my face, head down and keeping eye contact with the floor as usual.

I could get over the fact I managed to look him in the eye, well he forced me to. It was strange, I didn't have a panic attack, nor cry or run away.

Looking into his eyes for that brief moment didn't affect my anthropophobia.

And that was something very rare.

Very rare indeed.