How We Met

Chapter 1: Moving In

I settle in my new apartment that my parents gave me money for. I hang up all my posters of Twenty One Pilots and Green Day on basically every wall. I hope my neighbors are friendly. Maybe I should say hi? Ahhh...I'll do it later. I really need some food though. I haven't had Hurricane in awhile.

I lock my door before leaving and, as I turn around, I bump into someone which makes both of us fall. The stranger falls on top of me, his weight pinning me to the floor and looks at me.

"Oh, I am so sorry..." He trailed off searching my face.

"It's fine. I should be the one who's sorry." I say as he just stares at me. He is really cute. I think he just realized that he was still on top of me and gets up. He yanks me up to him and our faces almost touch. I stay exactly where I am as he smiles. "Sorry, I..." He begins but can't seem to finish. I shake my head and giggle.

"I'm sorry, too, I just..." I look down at my hand, still cradled in his. He quickly let go, which I didn't hope for.

"Sorry..." He said.

"Hey, stop saying you're sorry. It's okay." I giggle and try not to notice his cheeks flushing.

"You're just so beautiful and...I-I..." He stutters but I press my finger to his lips to hush him.

"Thank you." I say and can't help but blush, too.

"I'm Louis." He holds out a hand and I shake it.

"Charlie. Nice to meet you."

"So, I'm guessing you live in room 132?" He looks at my room number.

"Yeah. Where's your room?" I ask him and he turns to the room across from mine.

"Right there. Looks like we're awfully close." He looks to me and smirks. I feel my cheeks getting hotter and look down.

"You were going somewhere?" He asks and I look back up at him. The way he said that makes me think he would want to go too.

"Oh, I was going to get something from Hurricane. You want to come along? I mean, I know just ran into each other, literally, but we could get to know each other better." I offer as his smirk stretched wider.

"Sure. I wasn't planning to do much of anything today, but okay." He says and we walk out of the building.

"Do you want to take my car, or...?" He asks and points to the white SUV. My eyes widen at the beauty of his car. It looks like it's brand new.

"Yeah, sure. My car is a ways from here, so let's take yours." I answer and we get in his car, then he drives us to Hurricane.

When we arrive, he opens the door for me. I smile at him and enter the restaurant as he follows behind me. We find a table for two and head toward it. We sit down and he automatically starts a conversation.

"So, what's your full name?" He asked me.

"Charlie Crista Hemming, you?"

"Louis William Tomlinson. My mum's last name is something different and so is my dad's."

"Then how do you get Tomlinson out of that?" I ask a little too curious.

"My real dad had Tomlinson, my step dad, I count him as my dad I guess."

"Oh, interesting."

"Liar." He smirks at me.

"No, it's really interesting. I've never met anyone with that situation." I say trying to enlighten him and it seemed to work. He chuckled and ran his hand through his light brown beautiful hair.

"Anything else you need to know?" I ask.

"Yeah, how old are you?"

"Nineteen." I answer.

"I'm eighteen. When's your birthday?"

"March 21,1988. Yours?"

"December 24, 1988."

"Wow, you are quite the Christmas present, aren't you?" I ask playfully and we both laughed.

"If you say so." He said only causing me to laugh more.

"So, do you have a boyfriend?" He suddenly asks.

"No. What about you?"

"Do I have a boyfriend?" He squinted and smiled.

"No, no, a girlfriend." I say holding my stomach from laughing so much.

"No. I haven't put myself out there that much, so..." He shrugged. I smile at the fact that he is single. For now, at least.

"Crista, huh?" He asks and smiles sweetly.

"Yeah, I used to get made fun of for it."

"Why would someone make fun of Crista? I think it's really beautiful."

"Thank you." Is all I can say. At first I was gonna say something beautiful about him, but decided not too quite yet. I notice he stares at me for awhile as I stare back. For a moment, I get taken away by his eyes and don't even realize the waitress standing next to our table. I snap out of the trance he put me in and turn to face her. She asks what we wanted and we told her. She came back and placed our food in front of us as we started eating it.

When we finished, both of us split the check and left. The car ride wasn't that long and we kept talking. We arrived at the apartment building and he parked in the same spot he did before we left.

We made our way to each others rooms and finally stopped talking for a moment.

"Well, that was really fun. We should do stuff together more often." He said stuffing his hands in his pockets and shuffling his feet.

"Yeah, I haven't had that much fun in a long time. We really do need to hang out more." I sigh relieved that he had as much fun as me.

"So, can I have your number? Like, how else could I contact you without having to knock on your door all the time?" He chuckled.

"Yeah, absolutely." I check my pockets for paper, but didn't find any.

"I have some paper in my room. Do you wanna come in? It may be a little bit of a mess, but oh well."

"Yeah." He quickly said and walked over behind me. I unlocked my door and opened it revealing my living room first. We walk inside as he takes in every detail of the place.

"Make yourself at home. I'll be back in a minute." I say and he plops himself on my white couch. I head to my room and look in the drawers on my desk for paper. Once I find a pencil and a piece of paper, I walk back to the living room and write down my number, then give it to him.

"Call me tomorrow. We could go somewhere, do something, whatever you want to." I say as he gets up from the couch and walks towards me. Suddenly, I feel his warmth against me as his arms wrap around me. I hug him back and, not too long after, I let go. He heads to the door and opens it.

"See ya tomorrow, love." He then left and closed the door behind him. I crossed my arms and smiled realizing that the friendship I just made was all I needed to be happy again.