More Than Expected-A One Direction Fan Fiction {Completed}

Chapter Twenty-Six xPiddy

This one's short, but the next few chapters will definately be longer! In the meantime I want to express that I am NOT a Directioner. That's AnNaBeThChAsE's job =P  No hate to the One Direction boys! Just not a fan. Sorry =[ But I definately have the same attitude that Alex has at the beginning of the story. Hence the whole basis for this story line. Haha. Anyways, I hope my non-Directioner status didn't keep you from reading. And AnNaBeThChAsE? You ARE Niall's princess, and you two will make beautiful Irish-American blue-eyed babies ;)   xPiddy

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I came home to find that my parents had already gone. Good, I thought as I tore down the note on the fridge. They made it in three. I put on a big sweater, some jean shorts, and my Chucks. It was lazy, I know, but I needed a place to clear my head. Without thinking, I knew where I was going. I walked the few blocks to the little record shop on the corner. I smiled as the light from inside the store escaped the large front window, illuminating the late night street.

The bell rung as I entered, and I waved to Libby, the cashier. She waved back. I guess you could say I'm a regular... Okay, so maybe I've bought half the store's contents, but I can't help it. I have a weakness. How could you not? This place was my home away from home. Albums and CD's lined every wall, and posters filled the spaces they couldn't put shelves. The floor of the store was barely maneuverable with all the giant bins, holding every artist you could imagine.

I made my way to the back of the store, which was easy to hide in. I buried myself in the J's column, ducking behind the barier that seperated each side of the bin. My phone buzzed in my pocket, and I sat on the floor to answer.

Where r u? -Liah <3

The music store. Y? -Alexxx

No reason ;) -Liah<3

I was confused - and a little afraid knowing Liah - but blew it off. Whatever the little devil was planning, I would obviously find out soon. I stood up and went back to my shuffling through the albums. I waited for something to grab my attention, but it was all stuff I already had. I studied a Cartel CD that I had yet to get as I heard someone come through the doors.

Usually I ended up knowing everyone that came into the store. It was small, and I came here a lot. I wasn't in the mood for talking and pulled back the curtain that sepereated the store from the back. I ducked inside and flopped into a bean bag chair. I picked up a player that someone had been using before me and popped in the headphones. The music was good, so I kept it.

I leaned back in the bean bag chair and closed my eyes. The music blocked out all the thoughts that were pestering my head. I had been thinking too much, which was unlike me. The music. That was me. So I threw my head back and lost myself in the notes. I rocked back and forth like I was in a trance.

That trance was quickly ended when someone put their hands behind my neck and pressed their lips to mine. My eyes flew open and I threw my hands up, smacking them fully across the face.

"What the hell?! I will back hand you, you son of a-" I looked up and saw Louis gripping his nose.

"Watch the nose, love! I'll be honest, I was expecting a warmer welcome."

"Louis!" I nearly screamed.

I jumped into his arms and he spun me around. He held onto my legs and I tucked my head into his neck. I pulled him to me and he smiled before crashing his lips to mine. I tangled my hands in his hair and deepened the kiss. He smiled and I couldn't help but do the same. Reluctantly, I pulled away. He held onto me and I smacked his shoulder.

"Put me down!" I laughed.

"Jeez!" he said looking at his shoulder. "First you slap my face, then you slap my shoulder. You're just violent!"

I rolled my eyes.

"Oh yeah. Coming from Mr. Bar Fight." He put me down, keeping hold of my hips. "I thought you had one more day," I said shaking my head. Louis smiled. 

"You suprised me, so I suprised you. Now we're even."

"I just- I'm so glad you're back!" I said hugging him.

"Well it's getting late. Your place or mine," he said wiggling his eyebrows.

"Yours."

Just in case my parets came back, - which they sometimes did - I did NOT want them coming in on me and Louis. He was back, and I wanted to focus on that for tonight.

"My place it is," he said pulling me back to the store.

We made our way out, and I waved at Libby as I passed her. She slyly smiled and waved back before going back to her book. She shook her head, laughing to herself. Was it that obvious? I smiled and held Louis tighter. He was back, and I was fully me again...

Louis squeezed my hand as we drove to his flat, a giant smile on his face. I was glad that I wasn't the only one excited.

"So how'd you find me?" I asked.

"Liah," he said, which was an explanation all by itslef.

"That's why she texted me!"

"Well it wouldn't have been as suprising if I texted you."

"True, true," I said, nodding. He smiled and laughed at me. "What?"

"You're just cute is all," he said shaking his head. I smirked.

"You're not too bad yourself."

"Oh you know you like all of this," he said motioning to his body. I tried to look unimpressed.

"Eh. It's alright." I could feel my lips forming a smile. And since my eyes were trailing along his body, my point was not very convincing.

We pulled up infront of his flat complex and went inside. I reached for the light switch, but Louis grabbed my hand and laced his fingers with mine. He pushed me up against the wall, and put his hands on my sides. Even in the dark, I could feel him smile and come closer. I let him get close and brush his lips against mine, but I kept a small distance, teasing him.

"You're not tiered?" I asked.

He moaned, not happy with the seperation I was keeping.

"I'm feeling a bit more awake now."

I put my hands on his chest and slid them up until they were around his neck. He bit his lip and kept his eyes on my mouth.

"Good."

I couldn't keep up the act any longer and let him crush his lips to mine. His hands travelled up my back before slipping down my legs. He lifted me up, my back resting against the wall and my legs wrapped around him. He moaned again which made me tug on his shirt. He picked me up all the way and smiled. We made our way to his room, his lips never leaving mine.

He was back...