Glare

Chapter 10.

Greg drove down a long dirt road, filled with long trees. The night skies light did not shine through the leaves of the trees. It was black forrest. Something dimly lit the road. I looked past Greg's shoulder and saw a big black gate.

"Whoa." I mummered to myself. We went by the gates slowly, behind the gate was a giant house. Windows upon windows. For gods sake I could see the living room. There was a balcony on the side of the house. Covered with red and white roses along with steams of green leaves. It was beautiful. Greg pulled up to this tall handsome man,

"May I take your keys sir?" His voice was velvet smooth, with his Scottish accent.

"Yes you may kind sir." Greg said, handing the fine gent his keys. I giggled alittle when Greg said that, it sounded funny coming from him. I went to get out of the car when the man opened the door for me

"There you go, miss?" He was waiting for me to introduce myself.

"Elizabeth." I smiled. He held out his hand for me to drop mine in. I did so, gladly.

"What a beautiful name." He smiled, I stood up. He rushed over to mum to help her out.

We walked in, we were greeted by many nice people. Then I looked at the staircase, there was Louis mum. She was radiant, her perfect chocolate hair straddled in tight curls to fall of her shoulders. Her skin snow white, lips blood red, matching her dress. Her eyes blue like then tropical oceans. She didn't even look real.

"Hello, Greg, Sunny, and what might your name be lovey?" Her voice was soft.

"Elizabeth." I smiled the warmest smile I could. Mrs. Tomlinson pulled her red lips in a smile, showing her cheekbones. Then along came Mr. Tomlinson, he was tall, and muscular. Dark brown hair, with a touch of gray slicked back to the right side of his head. He wore a black suit and a red tie. His eyes were green, like spring grass. It was amazing how perfect Mrs. Tomlinson and Mr. Tomlinson were.

"Louis William Tomlinson, come down here we have guests." Mr. Tomlinson's voice was deep. Louis came down the same flight of stairs his mum did. He dressed like he normally does, band t-shirt, ripped jeans, and a gray beanie. He Came down smirking. They, the Tomlinsons', classy people, made Louis the misfit with all the tattoos, and piercings. But Louis did have perfect cheek bones, eyes, and a warming smile, when he wants to show it.

"Hello." He held our his hand for mum and dad to shake. Then he looked at me. He put on the fakest smile he could.

"Elizabeth!" He said loudly, he wrapped his arms around me. He whispered in my ear, his lip brush against my neck.

"Classy, classy like always." He broke the hug along with his words. Everyone smiled, and looked at a Louis and me. Did they think they think what I was thinking? No no no, why did Louis do that?

"Louis show Elizabeth around the house." Mrs. Tomlinson said, holding a wine bottle. Louis nodded his head and grabbed my hand. He lead me up stairs.

"Can you let go of me?" I said quietly making sure no one could here me. Even though I said let go, I really didn't want him to. I loved his touch. He smirked, and laughed.

"You know you don't want me to." He teased. My cheeks turned red, I quickly turned my head to the floor.

"No, I want you to let go." I couldn't stop blushing. He stopped in his tracks and turn towards me. He placed his finger under my chin and lifted. My eyes met his gaze. He smiled.

"I love classy girls like you." Louis bit his lip. And I bit mine. I wanted his kiss, his touch. My mind was numb. Every time he touched me I loose it. I just want him. He brought is lips to mine. I cupped his beautiful face. We didn't stop, he pushed me against the wall. What if his parents see? A small voice said in my head. But I ignored that and kept going. I couldn't stop. The thought of getting caught was exhilarating.