Perilous ( L.T )

Chapter Two: La Lapine Rouge

Louis Point Of View.

The drive continued long, song after song playing from my mobile and through the speakers as the beautiful, and slightly crazy brunette sat next to me on the passenger seat, each half an hour the sun's position differed, giving her a profound beauty with every glance of mine.

Suddenly a small click came from her side of the car, followed by a familiar smell of smoke.

"If you mind, you can open a window, I just really need a smoke" her voice was muffled by the newly lit cigarette in between her lips.

"Not really, I used to smoke so its okay" I said only opening a small part of the window so the car wouldn't devour the all too familiar smell.

"Used to? Why did you quite?" She completely rolled down her window, her arms crossed on the window seal with her head on top as she watched the passing cars and trees while a few strands of her hair flew around her.

" Well, it's basically when I started to realise that smoking isn't only hurting me but people around me , my..my little sister had an asthma attack and the doctor said it because of the smoke so I stopped" one of my hands were raised from the wheel as they moved with my words, her head snapped in my direction first landing on my hands which were in mid air then slowly raising to make her emerald ones meet my blue eyes.

And there was something in her eyes, undistinguished in between the strokes of deep green and honey, it was so close to anger, but not close enough, however it seemed more like sadness.

"Why do you smoke? " I question, trying to seem causal as I was desprate to know that emotion that lied beneath her gaze.

"Simply because I don't have someone to care about" she said after her eyes were back on the road. And I finally knew it, it was jealousy.

"how many siblings do you have? I-if you have any?" I said curiosity evident in my voice as she smirked.

" One, I have a younger brother, him and my parents live up in Nevada" she said her eyes staring deep into mine, making me slightly uncomfortable by her thick strong gaze.

"What about you?" she said, suddenly shifting herself to be completed focused on me, her eyes turning soft and amused.

"Six sisters, one brother. Only one girl is from both mum and dad " I said smiling as I remembered how it will all play out at movie nights.

"Do you have a picture of them" Her simle soon grew into a grin her eye had this sparkle that I can't explain, like hundreds of stars were buried beneath the depth of her eyes.

"of course I do" I said checking the road before unlocking my phone and displaying my gallery.

" this is Lottie, Fizzy, Phobe, Daisy, Ernest and Doris" I said my eyes flickering from the road to my screen before flicking to another picture "and this is Georgia Austen, My biological sister".

"They are so Cute, Just like their brother" she said, smugly smirking.

"Thanks, I guess" I don't know what was funny about what I said, maybe that I seemed absolutely socially awkward but I couldn't help but notice the way her wide eyes close up when she laughs and how harmonic the tune was.

With my profound knowledge and her blunt flirting, silence sliced the air.

A familiar guitar chords started a song from my mobile and my fingers immediately went to change it knowing that she will not like the metallic taste to the song.

She surprised me as her hand grabbed my wrist.

"Is that scorpion? " she said her eyes glinting with hope and smiling happily after my simple nod.

" I never thought you would like them" I said, chuckling to the way she played air guitar banging her head softly to the harsh sound.

"Well you don't know anything about me" and with that we spent the whole way singing and shouting to the raspy sound of scorpion.

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Her Point of View

The concert went on as perfectly as expected, if not even more, Jesse's voice was like a rush of adrenaline in my viens, that I was afraid of the overdose.

but Jesse Rutherford's voice wasn't my only attention, as Louis stood only two steps behind me, and every time I turned to look at him I found him staring right back at me, and he just wouldn't stop looking at me.

I wasn't surprised when he insisted to walk me to my bike, and imaging what his reaction would be only encouraged me to accept.

and as his eyes set on my red 2014 Harley Davidson sportslow, I was almost sure they popped out.

"It's Harley, oh my god! It's A Harley Davidson! a 2014 HARLEY DAVIDSON, How even?...I-I---" he stuttered as he touched the blazing red as if it was something holy.

" amazing isn't it? It's my baby" I said as I took a seat igniting the engine with a loud rawr, putting on

my black helmet, with a soft knowing smirk, tucking my headphones in.

"C-can I take a picture?" He whispered, already taking out his phone.

"Suit yourself" I looked at him, buckering my lips as he took the picture.

"thank you"

"no problem, goodbye Cutie." I, once again ignited the engine, nearly missing his quiet farewell.

and I was almost sure his eyes burned holes in my back.

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After the late concert some people will called it a night, few people would go to party, to get hammered and have a good night, but for me my day has only began.

I soon found myself in the dark looming area that I called home, entering the all too familiar poor looking apartment building, all just a disguise to what was inside the almost abandoned looking building.

Deep under all those fake exteriors layed the one and only; La Lapine Rouge, where everything is accepted and every moral is broken, red brick walls and neon lights, and lost dignities, where nearly everything is okay. The place that didn't comprehened love.

The place where I belonged.