Mr Bump - A Louis Tomlinson fanfic

Chapter 10

~LOUIS POV~

"You can't be serious." Clara scoffed, her eyes wide.

"Deadly."

"Billy Elliot is your favourite movie? Why? You into ballet, or just Geordie accents?"

"Ha, ha, ha. Funny. You haven't answered any of my questions yet, by the way. What's your favourite?"

We were sitting in a local cafe, waiting on breakfast. I decided to start this whole 20 questions thing, considering I really didn't know anything about her.

She sat back in the chair, thinking. "When Harry Met Sally." She said finally. I snorted.

"Never took you to be a romcom movie, babes. Anyway, next question... Favourite song of all time?"

She sucked in her breath. "Can't tell you. Top secret, that."

"Awwww, come on! I'll tell you mine, and its super embarrassing."

"Did you just say super?"

"Don't change the topic! Tell me!"

"You tell me first."

"Fine. My favourite song of all time, ever, is You'll Be In My Heart. By Phil Collins."

She burst out laughing, throwing her head back.

"Oh... oh, gosh... Lou, please stop... That is hilarious!"

"I am wounded. It's a classic! You've to tell me now."

"Fine. Its nowhere near as bad as yours, babe. Fave song of all time ever is-"

Before she could say it, the waitress arrived with our food. We thanked her, and I turned back to Clara. She was shoving toast in her mouth, and I raised my eyebrow.

"If she arrived at that exact moment, clearly the world didn't want me to tell you what my favourite song is. Must be fate. If you want to know so bad, you'll have to find out. Trust me, it's a hard one."

"Oh, Clar, you're soooo deep."

She giggled, and nudged my knee with hers under the table. Although she was trouble figuring out, I was enjoying every second of it.

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"Louis, I think you know literally everything about me now." Clara sighed, exasperated.

We were walking around the local park, licking ice cream cones. It was strangely quiet for 2 o clock in the afternoon. I had been interrogating Clara for the past 3 hours, and I was still curious.

"I can't know everything. Hm... what's the worst thing you've ever done?" I asked, and her eyes widened, her expression shocked. She quickly recovered, pretending to look puzzled.

"I've never done anything bad. Ever." She assured me, but I scoffed. "Fine... One time, I stole a chocolate bar from my local newsagents. That's it." She mumbled, suddenly fixated on her ice cream.

It was absolute bullshit, but I let it drop. She stopped, and turned to me. "I haven't asked you any, but I'm curious. What's the worst thing you've ever done?" Her beautiful green eyes were eager.

I had to think hard about this one. I wanted to be completely honest with her, but I didn't want to shock her. I mean, what I did was pretty bad. It still kept me awake at night time.

"Right. I'm going to be completely honest here, okay? Before I was in One Direction, I was a bit of a prick. I tried to fit in with the 'in crowd', so I did things I shouldn't have. This one night, we were all out drinking down the park, as usual, and they asked me to go find some vodka or something.. So I broke in to the local off licence, stole 3 bottles of Smirnoff and £200 out of the till. It was on the news the next day, they were fucking devastated. I had broken a window and smashed loads of bottles. I still feel awful about it to this day." I whispered, my voice cracking towards the end.