the summer i turned beautiful [l.t]

Chapter 11 -- Cracks and Trips

I woke up early that morning to get another bite at the café by the bookstore. I absolutely fell in love with it. I got dressed up extremely quickly and got dressed into a hoodie, skinny jeans, and a pair of black converse. I tiptoed out my door, trying not to wake Mr. British up. As I carefully closed my door, behind me was him.

            “Uh…Good morning,” I said.

            “Hey. Going somewhere? It like 7:30 in the morning.” He was curious and in his boxers with no shirt on.

            Fuck Fuck Fuck. Elizabeth don’t look. I covered my eyes with my hand. “Can you please get some clothes on? Please.”

            “Chill, babe. I still have my boxers on.” I knew he was flexing right now. Ugh. Disgusting, filthy animal.   

            “Don’t call me that. At all. Now if you’ll excuse me, let me just pack up my stuff and check into a different hotel.”

            “Wait! No! Stay. Uh…I mean like I still owe you for everything. Just stay.” He grabbed my hand, as soon I took a step towards my door.

            I immediately shrugged out of his grip. No use. “Get off of me!” I yelled, “Now, this is the reason, I want to leave.”

He let go of me. I walked toward my room door again. As soon, as I walked out furiously, he caught me again, now with both hands around my waist. It all happened so quickly; I couldn’t even comprehend what was going on. With one muscular arm he flung me around and with the other he supported my back. I made direct eye contact with those piercing blue eyes for literally a second, and then he kissed me. Right on the lips. His lips were warm and soft; his arms were strong, yet gentle. He pressed me so close to him I could literally feel his heart beating out of his chest. I didn’t kiss him back. He smelt of alcohol, and wine. One hand went through my hair and sent tingles down my spine. Another began going south. He was drunk. He was drunk and he just kissed me.

            “Get the fuck off of me!” I screamed as I struggled to get out of his grip around my waist.

            He let go and he backed off. What the fuck was with him?

            “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to. I'm sorry.” He started to cry.

"Is there a good reason why you did that?"

“Last night went crazy with the boys. We got into a fight and they said my solo during the show was rubbish. They kicked me out. I went out and went for a few beers. I’m sorry. Can we pretend this never happened?”

            One Direction is now without Louis. Because of me. Just because of stupid me. Why did I even agree to go to that book signing?

            “Oh my god. I’m sorry for yelling at you. I didn’t know this. This is my entire fault. I’m sorry. I really think I should go to another hotel.” I started to tear up. Water was building up in my eyes. I missed Mum, I missed Meg, believe it or not, and I miss home. I miss Dad. Oh my god. I broke up One Direction.

            “No, Elizabeth stay. Don’t leave. I’m fine. I just need a break. And you’re like the only person I can talk to.” He begged and began to slouch on the floor, tearing up.

            I sat down next to him and I don’t know if I can rub his back of something or give him a hug. “Let’s just start over. I’m Elizabeth Edwards.” I held out my hand for him to shake. I felt guilty for yelling at him and give him a attitude.

            He smiled. “Louis Tomlinson, nice to meet you, Elizabeth.” He shook my hand warmly, “So where are you from?”

            “Well, I am from Britain because I was born here, but I’ve been living in California for the past 16 years. What about you?

            “I am from Doncaster. I lived in England my whole life. It’s lovely.”

            We sat there the whole morning learning about each other and starting a new slate.

            We really went into depth about our lives. I told him about my recent relationship.

            “So I met this guy named Gregg a few years back and we instantly clicked. He was really sweet and I thought he was the one I should ‘lose’ it to.”

            “Lose what?”

            “You know, my virginity.”

            He shrugged his eyebrows up, “So you never…?”

            “Not gonna happen, Swag Masta from Doncasta.” I chuckled. “Anyways, we were girlfriend and boyfriend until last month. He cheated on me with a cheerleader. My best friend, Amy told me about it. She saw him kissing Mallory, which was probably the biggest slut/bitch in all of California."

"I'm sorry."

"Nah, it's okay. I'm pretty sure I'm over him..." I hope so.

            He knew how I felt. I did needed a shoulder to cry on.