admiration [l.t]

vii

Louis is standing in the middle of a hallway at Alex's place, a red solo cup in his hand filled with a mysterious drink as he laughs along at almost everything his friends say. The alcohol running through his system has already buzzed him up a bit.

He's only had two cups, but the drink is so strong that only one almost made him drunk. He's telling himself that the one in his hand is going to be his last one, but he's not sure if he's going to listen to himself. The drink is making all his worries and all his stress wash away. He enjoys the feeling, so why should he stop.

The house is soon crowded an hour after Louis arrived, and he can't take a step anywhere without bumping into someone. People greet him drunkenly left and right, laying a hand on his shoulder or just slurring his name.

He's trying to make it to the kitchen after convincing himself that the cup in his hand is definitely his last one. He knows in his current state he's going to have a hangover in the morning and he doesn't want to make it any worse.

Surprisingly the kitchen is the only room in the entire house that isn't too crowded except for a couple making out in the corner. He almost trips over his own two feet from his drunken state as he walks over to the sink to pour out the liquid in the cup. He replaces it with water, immediately lifting it up to his lips and savoring the feeling of the non-toxic drink slipping down his throat.

He stands in front of the sink for a while, resting his hands on the edges and leaning forward, trying to gain some balance before he walks back out into the party. And when he feels something touch his shoulder he's not sure if he's imagining it or not.

"Hmm, you're really drunk Tomlinson." A voice says from behind him. He turns around, probably too quickly, to be greeted by the brown eyes he knows and loves.

"Bella." He blinks his eyes a few times; making sure his mind isn't just playing tricks on him. She doesn't disappear, and Louis doesn't know if that's a good or bad thing. "I didn't think you were the partying type."

"You also think I have no soul," she says matter-of-factly. "Which, by the way, could possibly be true if you saw me with my younger brother when I was younger. That boy pissed me the fuck off."

Louis throws his head back in laughter before lifting the cup to his lips and taking a sip of the water. "I would've loved to have seen that."

She only grins before turning around to fill her cup up with a liquid as well, which wasn't alcoholic.

"Do you not drink?"

"Oh, I do, I've already had a cup. But I think it's funner to watch people that are drunk than to actually be drunk... like you."

"I'm not that drunk."

She sets her cup down and walks back over to Louis, standing in front of him with her arms crossed. The temperature of the room seems to have raised a hundred degrees and Louis' can feel his heart rate quicken.

"I think you are though, Louis. You didn't correct me when I said 'funner' like you normally do. And you can barely stand up straight right now."

Louis smirks, looking down at her. "Hmm, maybe you're right."

"I know I'm right."

And after she says that, nothing else is said between the two. They just stand there, staring into each other's eyes, the party around them suddenly not existing, the music becoming nothing except a sound in the distance. Louis felt the need to touch her in every way possible, to run his fingers over the curves of her body until they reached her slightly chapped lips, which he wanted to kiss so badly.

The alcohol was heightening all his feelings, pushing his fears aside, and he didn't know what to think of it.

Louis didn't realize that they had subconsciously moved closer to one another until he feels her hot breath fanning his lips.

"Can I..." Louis starts, never breaking eye contact with Bella. "Can I kiss you?"

Louis isn't sure if she responds, but if she didn't she's not opposing to Louis cupping her face with his hands and leaning closer. The only thing Louis can hear now is the small breaths escaping her lips and his heartbeat, surprising him that it's still in fact beating and that she can't hear it herself. He slowly leans forward, making sure she's okay with what's about to happen. Their lips slightly brush against one another before Louis stops. But as soon as he does, she grabs his shoulders and pulls him closer, connecting their lips.

[A/N; So sorry their first kiss was kinda bad.

& if anyone's wondering, they've known each other for 3-4 months now ]