A Collection Dedicated To One Direction (Bk 2)

The Park Kiss (Louis Short Story 4 Valentine)

It was 14th and it was February the mixture of the both was love day; valentine’s to be exact. I loved valentine’s everyone felt so much more romantic. So here I was in front of the full-length mirror holding up clothes to see what looked good.

It was a secret, not even the fans knew, Louis Tomlison and I were a thing, a couple.

I MaryAllie loved Louis Tomlinson, he was a wonderful guy, I’m 20. So not a huge gap in age. The fans would like me I would ask him to stop for autographs. Make him sign photos so that Directioners could have them. I was a sweet girl. I was opposite them my sister. For a start I was an exchange student so we weren’t sister, but anyway my exchange sister was Asian, and I was English. I had brown wavy long hair, while she had black, straight, medium hair. I had tanned skin, she had chocolate skin.

It wasn’t suppose to me seeing Louis, but the way it was when she entered for two tickets to a concert, and won she brought me. We bonded over music, we fell out of anything else. As I write this, I know we are bonding over words and romantic feelings. Anyway her story is not my story, my story is about Louis, the love of my life so far.

So here I was backstage with my sis, when Louis came up, asking for a photo and a number. I wanted his photo! But he wanted both my number and photo. I was fan girling. Louis and his ex Eleanor had been apart for six months. We started dating eight months after we first meet. My sis had a close friend in the band Harry.

Anyway Louis and I really like each other, and its hard to be contained and not fan girl around him. Anyway the paparazzi don’t know. He has an account on Facebook and no one knows it’s really him, and it says we are dating and all that but no one has caught on.

Well today it seems like a perfect day. I’m going to wear all red. So I’m showering now, hiring out my sisters perfume, Our Moment! Beautiful. My dress is pretty good, lace and frills. Not short. I’m modest. I snap a picture with my sister, as we head on out the door, and I headed down alone to the park.

Louis was there, suit, tie, combed hair the lot. Hot as ever, better then the pictures fans get in a mag, he was real life and mine. I basically bit down on my lip to control the feeling that well he was real, he was my boyfriend, and this was our day.

He took my hand and we went along the pathway. He leaned me against the trunk of a tree and was about to kiss me, but then I saw the glint of glass and realised someone was there about to take a photo. I settled for the kiss on the cheek, and to his large hand in my small one and we ran….

Out of breath after a while we stopped laughing.

It was funny, but then he properly kissed me and valentine really felt like valentine, we sat down in a café for a cup of coffee and cake, and I tell you even if they ended up snapping the photo, it didn’t matter cause we were both on cloud nine and fully wrapped in romance.