Just a crush/Clouis Fanfiction

Just a crush (Part three)

Description: Clementine begins to suspect she has feelings for Louis after the incident in the 'safe zone'—She can't keep him off her mind.

And Louis figures out a way to get her alone.

Rated: T (For "mature" tension).

Word count: 1700 (Next chapter will be longer).

A/N: I really enjoy writing this little series. Not sure how long it will be. But I'm going to possibly make an ongoing fanfic with this. Enjoy! Comments appreciated!💕

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"How do you feel?"

Clementine enters, moving to the side. Allowing both blondes to leave. Violet giving her a quiet smile before closing the door behind her.

"Feeling a bit better, now that you're here," Louis smirks, eyes following her as she slips the toolkit into her hands.

"I'm surprised," she smiles, nodding for him to meet her at the desk. The armchair rustles as he stands.

"Why?" He questions as she picks a stray bobby-pin from the tiny dish on Marlon's desk, she twists her lips as she thought of pinning the dreads that framed his face so she could stitch without problem.

One pin wasn't going to do it.

"I kicked you in the face," she reminds him, disregarding the pin. "Here," Louis shook his head, taking the small plastic piece, pinning the dreads from his forehead. Clementine raises a brow, placing a hand on her hip.

"You'll have to do a lot more to scare me away,"

Louis watches her setup for the procedure, her pretty eyes roll—"You're a lot tougher than I thought,"

"I could say the same thing about your boot,"

He snickers, making a face that made her heart flutter endearingly against her chest. She pauses, torn cloth in hand. Face softening. "Stay still,"

"Or what?" He sucks in a breath as she wipes the coated cloth above his brow bone. "You'll fall on me?"

Clementine felt her pulse quicken, she swallows. Eyes falling from the wound, catching his brown eyes in hers—There was a sense of play in them. As always.

"I'd like to forget about that.." She snaps her eyes away, turning to the desk for the bottle of disinfectant. Soft pink shaded her cheeks. Louis crosses his arms, surprised at her bashfulness.

"You know I'll mention it, every chance I get," Louis scrunches his face again, a short grumble escaping his throat as the alcohol stung. A smirk graces her lips.

"I'll make sure I'm wearing my boots,"

Louis shivers as she steadies him for the needle. "It won't hurt much," her voice became hush as she inched close to him. A foreign sensation came over her at the closeness—The same feeling she got when she'd landed on him; face hot and her heart racing.

She didn't like it, it made her feel nervous and unlike herself.

So, she tries to ignore it. Keeping her mind from focusing on the way he looked at her. It only made it worsen. Her fingers began to tremble when he noticed her odd expression. Looking at her with worried eyes.

"Are you okay?" His brows waver slightly, not much; he didn't want to stretch the wound she was stitching. The edge of his lip perks up. "You did hit your head," 

She wanted him to stop talking. Everything he said made her skin prickle—As if she were about to do something brave for the first time. "I'm fine." Her lips were tight.