Mr Bump - A Louis Tomlinson fanfic

Chapter 4

~So listen you guys. I know I said I was having writers block but I had a bit of inspiration :) Might make this a daily thing! Only thing is, I have exams and I'm supposed to be revising, so I might have to push this back for a while, we'll see :) enjoy x ~

~HARRY'S POV~

"HEAD CHECK! We're all here, yes? Can't lose anyone, can we?" Zayn snickered, and we all groaned.

"Can we just leave now?!" I asked, but he shook his head. "We have to wait for Clara!" Louis screeched.

We all sighed. We knew Louis was falling. As always, too quickly. I mean, he didn't even know Clara yet. Yes, she was beautiful. But what else did we know? It was strange. Louis didn't usually fall for just looks.

"I'm coming, okay?" She called down the stairs. We heard heels arriving down the wooden stairs, and she came into my line of vision. Holy crap, she was beautiful. (Clara's outfit on side--->)

Louis actually gasped. Liam's jaw dropped, and Niall and Zayn murmured appreciatvely. 

"You look fantastic, Clara." I told her, and she blushed. "Well, let's get going!" I yelled, and the boys whooped. Clara grinned. 

We all trooped out the door to the awaiting taxi's. 5 of us could fit in one taxi, which meant someone else would have to sit on their own. Clara offered, but Louis insisted he stay with her.

"I'll share with you, Clara. Least I could do. Lets hope I don't bang my head off the door though, hm?" He said, and Clara giggled. He swelled with pride. He had it bad.

~LOUIS POV~

I don't know what it was about her. I just couldn't stop talking to her. The amount of hot waitresses here and I haven't even attempted flirting. Clara was different.

We were all drunk and merry, so we decided to pay the bill and go to a club. Clara excused herself, and I felt her arse as she passed by me. By accident.

The boys didn't think that though. As soon as she left, they were all over me.

"LOUIS AND CLARA, SITTING IN A TREE. K-I-S-S-I-N-G..."

"The sexual tension right now is cray-cray, Lou Bear..."

"JUST KISS HER MATE!" 

I shook my head. True, we had been flirting all night. But it was just the drink talking. Clara returned, we paid the bill and I took her hand.

"Let's get partying!" I shrieked in a girly voice. She giggled, intertwining her fingers into mine. Butterflies exploded in my stomach.

We were both so drunk already. In the club, we were taking shots, drinking until we couldn't even string two words together. We were sitting at the bar, when I decided to have a deep and meaningful conversation.

"So, Clara-Bear. I wanna know aaaaaall about you!!!" She threw her heard back and laughed, finding everything hilarious.

"Weeeeell, I love getting DRUNK and I love YOUUUU Lou-Bear!!!!!" She tittered, throwing her arms around her neck. Her laughs died down, and I realised she was about to fall asleep.

"NOOOO Clara, you have to stay AWAKE!!! Want to go home?" I asked, but not meaning her house.

"WHERE'S HOME LOOEH?" She questioned, turning her head towards mine.

"My flat, babe!! Its swankyyyy. Let's go home and chit chat!" I suggested, and she seemed to agree, for she stood up and ran out the back exit.

 I ran out after her, to find her lying on the floor, crying with laughter. I picked her up, giggling. I called a taxi, and I held her hand the whole way home. She was almost falling asleep in the cab.