CHAPTER ONE
Authors note: I do believe i failed to mention that, like in the movie, the story takes place in Hawaii. So yeah.
Waking up with a massive headache was not uncommon for Louis, but he was beginning to grow tiresome of the pain. He wasn't due to work until nine and usually would not be out of bed before eight-fifty, but today Louis was in desperate need of coffee, so here he was. Perched at the bar of the cafe, (that he had passed on his morning commute every day for three years but never once entered) he had begun massaging his temples when a pudgy gray rooted woman who he figured owned the place approached him.
"What can I get you sir?" She asked while smiling a very pleasant smile. Of course, Louis wanted to return it, but first he needed caffeine.
"Coffee...please...two sugars...little milk." He groaned and she chuckled lowly.
"Rough night?" she beckoned handing him the warm cup. Accepting it gratefully, he blew carefully and sipped slowly before replying.
"No, actually. Very pleasant. Apparently my liver likes punishing me for having a nice time." He stated and she smiled again, age lines denting her face.
Louis continued sipping the coffee and nursing his headache for a few minutes and glancing around the small cafe. It looked authentically Hawaiian. Dark wooden floors and walls with huge windows and tropical flowers everywhere, tourists with loud children in tacky flowered shirts, each with a lai around their neck, sitting in booths, discussing their vacation plans, and a newlywed couple sitting at a table taking cutesy pictures together. He sighed melodramatically.
I'm already hungover and feeling nauseous, don't need another reason to vomit.
Bored with the typical Hawaiian atmosphere, he began motioning for the check. The motioning stopped, however, when a lanky lad came bustling through the door.
Nice legs.
"Hiiiii Linda!' The man grinned to the woman who had given Louis his coffee.
Good lord, what a grin. And ha! would you look at that? Dimples!
"Hello dear, how're we doing today?" the lady, Linda, replied kindly. He grinned wider (Jesus, that looks almost painful) and swooped his hair out of his eyes.
"I'm grand." He beamed. "May I have some of your wonderful waffles please?" He asked and Linda nodded sweetly. The boy plopped down in an empty booth and began drumming his (gloriously long) fingers on the dark wooden table. Louis watched, intrigued, as Linda brought him his waffles and he began building a house out of them.
In the name of all things holy, what is the matter with this beautiful boy? Building with his food? Is he six?
To say Louis was staring would be an understatement, but he really couldn't help it, he was fascinated! After a few minutes he'd decided he'd had enough of this idiotic but oh-so-lovely lad and paid for his coffee before leaving the establishment. Squinting at the warm sun, Louis searched for his car. In his hungover and caffeine deprived state this morning he'd totally forgotten where he'd parked. Finally, but not before his hair had been completely wrecked by the sea breeze, Louis found his piece of shit Jeep. Frowning at the grimy surface of what used to be a nice vehicle, Louis sighed melancholily. He quickly cheered up shortly after that though because it was quite hilarious to see a bright yellow Volkswagen parked in the space next to it. Shaking his head and snickering, he patted his pockets in attempt to find the keys. Except, he did not find them.
Shit. Maybe he had left them inside?
Turning on his heel to head back inside to search for the damned things, he found myself crashing into a large surface and landing ass first on the gravel.
"Oops! I'm sorry!" a smooth but cheery voice said from above me. Louis glanced upwards to see the ridiculously green eyed boy from inside holding a (fantastiaclly large) hand out to help him up. After helping him up, he held up Louis' keys and jingled them. Louis simply stared.
He'd never in my 21 years seen that shade of green anywhere before. Wow.
"Hi." He blurted. The boy giggled.
Wow, real smooth Tomlinson.
"You left these. Figured you might need 'em." He shrugged and let a smirk spread across his (amazingly) pink lips.
fuck, he was building a tiny house out of waffles a few minutes ago, where did that smirk come from?
Registering that he was most likely staring and possibly drooling over him, Louis took them from his hand hesitantly. He smiled brightly and gave a goofy wave before walking past Louis and unlocking the fucking bright yellow volkswagon beetle parked next to Louis' jeep.
"Wait!" He said without his own consent. The stunningly green eyes met his own as he turned around expectantly. "Um...thanks. For you know...bringin' my keys." He nearly whispered.
It was silent for a while and Louis looked up at him again, he was smilling faintly.
Oh god why is he smiling? Does he think I'm a spaz? Fuck.
"You're quite cute." He chirped before slamming the door to his ridiculous car and roaring away.
Shit.
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After his brief meeting with Mr.Long-legged-beautiful-eyed-big-handed-deep-voiced-silky-haired-smirky-pink-lipped-Bright-yellow-volkswagon-beetle-driving-boy he'd arrived at work, late, and Zayn made him clean the fucking walrus tank as punishment. Louis loved working at the aquarium, but also hated it. After finishing up his atrocios task, Zayn began pestering him.
"Why were you late this time Tommo?" He asked with a smirk.
"I was busy banging your mum." He snapped and Zayn barked out a laugh.
"You look like hell, what happened last night?" He pressed on.
Knowing he was not going to drop the subject and sighing a very over exaggerated sigh, Louis promptly spilled the beans. He told him all about the boy who built houses out of waffles and drove a fucking Volkswagen and told him all about how his eyes were this god forsaken shade of green. After he'd finished pouring my heart out Zayn chuckled and started singing Katy Perry's The One That Got Away. Louis punched him in the arm.
Alrighty so that's chapter one. I promise the next chapter will be up a lot sooner:)
-Anna
(May 11, 2015) LMAO SIKE SORRY GUYS I DELETED WATTPAD FOR A WHILE THINKING THIS STORY WOULD GET NO READS OR VOTES BUT HEY I WAS WRONG SO IM BACK AND I SWEAR IM GOING TO UPDATE SOONER THIS TIME. I've also switched from 1st to 3rd person bc honestly it's easier to write. Anyways thanks for reading, I hope I'm not a disappointment. Xx -Anna
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