Mr Bump - A Louis Tomlinson fanfic

Chapter 3

~CLARA'S POV~

I inhaled slowly on my cigarrette, and huddled into Louis Tomlinson's jacket, which I still hadn't returned. This winter was turning out to be the worst one in years, and I was sleeping in a bus shelter.

It was only yesterday that I had fallen asleep on Louis's couch. But I had thought about him 50 bajillion times. Why was I suddenly turning into some lovesick puppy? I was almost foaming at the mouth remembering him calling me "babe". I had to get him out of my system. 

No. I had to see him again. But how?

There was something about him that was infectious. I had only said 5 words to him at most, but I couldn't help myself. I hadn't had a relationship in so long, I hadn't felt that honeymoon stage for years. In fact, I hadn't felt anything since about 6 months ago...

Suddenly, I had a lightbulb moment.

I had Louis's jacket, right? He had mine. We had to trade at some point. How had I never thought of it? I'd casually bump into him at the recording studio, and we could start talking without me crying or sounding like a first class bitch! Perfect.

I grinned to myself, stood up, brushed myself off and stubbed my cigarette out with my Espadrilles. Classy. I shook myself out, and charged towards the recording studio. I was going to do this. I was going to find Louis Tomlinson.

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How the hell did people find their way around London? It had been 3 hours, and the recording studio was nowhere to be seen. I went to the Starbucks I had been at the other day, and tried all the surrounding alleyways. No luck. Where the hell was this place?

I gave up. I was tired, sore and fed up. I wandered into Nandos, the nearest restaraunt, and bumped into someone. Hard.

"Christ..." Louis looked up, and did a double take, before his face stretched into a wide smile. "Is this going to happen everytime we meet, eh?" He laughed, an exciting spark in his eyes.

I smiled, maybe we could talk this time without me being a total twat. 

"Haha, yeah! Sorry about that. Actually, I was looking for y-" I was interrupted by all the lads.

"LOUUUUUISSSS! Why did you run away?!" Harry sulked.

I giggled, and Harry looked at me, his eyes widening. "Holy shit! It's you, the hot bitch from the court room! Isn't it! Still hot as ever, I see." He winked, while Louis threw back his head and laughed.

Niall, Zayn and Liam jogged up to us, pushing us towards the back exit.

"I don't care who you are or where you're going, but there are crazy fangirls after us. We need somewhere to hide, now. You got a place?" Liam asked, pleadingly.

Oh, I had a place. 

~LOUIS POV~

"How long is this going to takeeee?" Whined Niall, straggling behind. I snickered softly, and caught up with Clara.

"Where are you even taking us? I don't really feel like trusting you. I have no clue who you are." I queried.

She just shook her head and winked at me. My god, she was gorgeous. I caught myself staring at her, and she must have too, as she coughed nervously and tried to make coversation.

"So. Louis Tomlinson? Must be pretty cool, being famous and stuff." She asked, smirking.

"Babe, you wish you were me. I have the whole package, can't you tell?" I joked, wiggling my hips. Her face turned a delicious shade of scarlet.