In Too Deep//l.h

One

I took a deep breath in through my nose, I let my lungs fill with the air of the unnaturally lit, small, sleazy kebab shop. My first mistake of the night. The stale, greasy stench flooded my sinuses and brought a sudden wave of nausea across my body, my stomach churned as I stared down at the floor. This was the only place open on the street of grimy, boarded up off licences and dodgy bars I didn't quite fancy venturing into, but still, it definitely was not my first choice of shelter from the rain. I'd been walking for hours, I was drenched, but I was past caring, I just wanted to leave, to not have to think, to just stop and breathe And there I was. There I was with my face damp and blotchy from tears and my hair a mess, but there I was all the same.

"Alright love?" A quiet, yet deep voice said, I assumed to me. The voice filled the empty, echoing room over the sound of the deep fat frier sizzling somewhere in the background.

I jerked slightly at the sound, I prayed they weren't speaking to me. I only saw two figures in the shop when I walked in, one was an old man slumped in the corner, murmuring to himself, I didn't pay much attention to the other. My eyes followed the voice and I felt a rush of relief pour over me, the owner looked almost normal. I traced my eyes over his form, from the bottom up. Ripped black jeans, clinging to his skinny legs as if their life depended on it, leading up to a tightly fitted black t shirt, contrasting against his white arms and tattered bracelets covering his wrists. All black i noted. I caught sight of a tiny droplet of silver, glinting under the tacky, artificial lighting. Lip piercing. It sat just below his perfectly formed pink lips. His face seemed drained and tired, yet his blue eyes still seemed to light it up.

I snapped out of my daze and pulled myself together, I realised I probably was staring at him like a freak for the last 20 seconds.

"Uh yeah, sorry I-" I didn't know what to say, it was fairly obvious I wasn't "alright", but I was hardly going to pour out my problems to a random stranger was i?

"Don't be sorry, you looked a bit upset, that's all" He shook his head and smiled down at me slightly as he said this. His breath tickled my face slightly, he smelt faintly of an oddly comforting mix of alcohol and cigarettes. He seemed just as out of place here as I felt.

"I just needed somewhere to shelter I suppose" I spoke quietly, carefully pronouncing my words, making sure my voice didn't crack.

"Somehow I didn't think like this was your kind of scene, not a pretty girl like you anyway" His words slurred into each other, but only slightly. I could tell he'd been drinking, not heavily, as if the worst of it had passed him by now.

"Yeah. I mean, no, not really I guess, I mean I-I'm not pretty or anything but t-thanks" I barely stammered the words out, I don't know what I was scared of, but this boy made me incredibly nervous.

He sighed and shook his head at my statement, as if what I said had irritated him slightly.

"What?" It came out sharper than I'd intended. His eyes slightly widened for a split-second, and it seemed he was as taken aback as I was by my tone.

"Nothing," He chuckled "you're just cute I guess" He winked at me cheesily, and cheeky grin spreading across his face. This boy knew what he was doing.

"So, what is a pretty girl like you doing here in this state anyway? And, more importantly, where are you planning on going next?"

I wasn't sure how to answer these questions, the first was simple enough. I was here to shelter from the rain. Regardless of my "state" as he'd called it, that was my intention. However, the second was more complicated.

Mostly because I hadn't thought about that myself yet.

"Like I said, it's raining, I needed shelter, and this place seemed marginally better than the strip club down the street" We both giggled slightly as I said this.

"And later, well I'm not sure, I guess I'll need to get home somehow" ("If I can find the way" I added, internally)

He smiled at me as he grabbed two cans of coke from the mini fridge next to the counter, sliding it and his money to the cook across from him.

"This probably sounds super weird," Yes. "and you probably think I'm a creep," To some extent, yes. "but I promise, I won't try anything" Shit here we go. I wasn't going anywhere I didn't know with him. I wasn't staying at his house with him until I find a way home. I wasn't letting him take me to his friends house. I had heard about guys like this. "but maybe if it would be a good idea if I walked you home? Maybe not even home if you don't want me to get your address, just at least until you're somewhere safe and familiar."

Fuck.

Of course I wanted his help, it wasn't even a case of wanting his help- lets be honest, I needed his help. I was completely stuffed. I had approximately £3.24, nowhere near enough for a taxi, a phone that was out of charge, and absolutely no sense of direction.

"I guess, if you could help it would be nice, I mean, you don't have to" I blushed. I hated being a bother to anyone, even if it was some creepy guy I'd just met in a kebab shop.

"Well then," He started to mock a stupid tour guide on holiday voice "My name's Luke Hemmings, and I will be your guide for this evening"

~AN~

hii, this is my first fic i guess, thanks for reading and i hope you enjoy it (sorry the title is lame, i couldn't really think of anything else)

:-)) x