-Athena-
-Week Later-
With my headphones on and my camera in my hands, I set out to find inspiration.
When it comes to photography, I take it seriously. Everything around me is inspiration, but when you find that one oblivious person sitting on a park bench, or that one flower that sits alone in the grass, you get this joy inside of you.
All my life, I resulted to hiding behind a camera, too afraid of what the world would think of me. All the name calling, glares, and elbows that were thrown at me when I was younger made me shy. But now, I could careless about what people say. Their opinions don't matter to me. Not anymore.
Central Park was where most of my inspiration came from - Strawberry Fields especially. One day, I spotted a man sitting near the Imagine mosaic playing his guitar and I couldn't help but snap a picture.
So, as I walked Central Park alone, I snapped pictures at random things, not really pleased with their outcomes. They'd come out all blurry and the lighting would be terrible, which would only result into being deleted. I was about to give up, until I saw the perfect picture.
Louis Tomlinson was sitting at the fountain, his legs stretched out and a notebook in his lap. He looked like he was concentrating hard on something, as he chewed on the end of a pen. He had a navy beenie on his head, tufts of hair peaking out. He looked flawless.
'Dammit, Athena. You're supposed to be tough, not soft.' My mind reminded me. And it's true: I shouldn't be soft and smiley around a man.
But when it comes to him, I can't help but let my guard down.
From the angle I was standing at, the lighting was perfect. It looked natural; simple, yet beautiful. So I crouched down and hopped on my tip toes for a moment, before snapping a picture. I pulled the camera away from my face, looking at the image displayed on the screen and smiled at how perfect it turned out to be.
Just as I looked up from the camera, I came face to face with my recent inspiration. I jumped back in surprise, tripping over air, and tumbled backwards, only to be caught by him. His arm was around my waist, his face a little too close to mine. He scanned my face, before pulling me up completely and smiling wide. "Well hello there."
"H..hi." I stuttered.
What the hell is this man doing to me?
"What brings you here?" He asked, shoving his hands into his coat pockets. The crisp late October air was nipping at my skin, causing me to hide my hands in coat sleeves, my camera dangling from my neck.
"I could be asking you the same." I said, giving him a small smile.
"If you must know," He replied, chuckling slightly. "I was writing something."
"You were thinking pretty hard." I commented. "What were you writing about?"
"Something, or someone for that matter." He responded, before a bright smile appeared on his face. "How about you and I go get some food."
"We can hail a taxi and go to-"
"No, I mean tonight." He interrupted, causing me to look at him in shock. I looked up at him, his blue eyes on me for a while, before quickly looking at my feet. "I'm serious."
I blinked quickly, trying to wrap my mind around what had just happened. Was he asking me out? I never get asked out. I actually never been asked out before.
And before you say it: No, Niall does not count. Going out with him usually results in me waking up the next morning in his bed.
"Why?" I mumbled.
"Because I want to. Can't two adults go out and enjoy themselves?" He questioned, causing me to giggle.
I f***ing giggled.
That's it. I've officially turned into a softie. The world is ending.
"I mean, if you don't want to go out with me tonight, that's totally fine. I'm just saying it'll be fun." He added, as I crossed my arms and sighed. "I'll even have you back to your dorm by ten-thirty."
I laughed, running my fingers through my waves and adjusting my glasses. "Alright, Louis. I'll go out with you." I decided, as he smiled widely, flashing me his teeth. "I'll see you about seven?" I asked, as he nodded and began to walk away.
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"You look amazing, A. Stop stressing." My roommate said, as she stood behind me, her hands resting on top of my shoulders. She was gracious enough to help me get read for tonight and I was grateful. I know how to do make-up, but I wanted to look normal.
Not like a killer.
Pieces of hair were pinned back, as loose waves rested on top of my shoulders. I had very little make-up on, making me seem like I actually have none on and I enjoyed that. A simple peach dress was on my body - not my idea - and white flats were on my feet. I actually felt beautiful.
"Alright, I'm going to head out before Mr. Dreamy gets here. Have fun!" She addressed, before grabbing her bag and leaving the room. Just as the door closed behind her, I looked down at my hands and forced my claws out. I watched the light from the lap glisten on them.
"Keep your shit together." I told myself, looking at my claws. I don't want to this to be ruined. I want to forget about everything just for one night.
I grabbed my phone and called Niall, telling him to take all my contracts for the night. He questioned me a bit, but once I threatened him, he agreed and hung up. Niall may be cute, but he can be quite annoying.
I heard a knock on my door as I stepped into the bathroom to brush my teeth. I ran to the door and smiled at Louis - who was wearing a nice white shirt and suit jacket, along with a pair of nice jeans and black Vans - as he scanned me from head to toe. I expect him to look at me and telling me I look hott, since that's all I'm really used to hearing. But I don't hear that.
"You look... absolutely beautiful." He said, causing me to blush like a fool. I have never had anyone call me beautiful. I smile at him, as he passes me a red rose and smiles back.
"Thank you. You don't look too bad yourself." I told him, as I closed the door and placed the rose on the computer desk. "I just need to brush my teeth and then we can leave. Is that okay?"
"Yeah, we have some time, love." He responded, as I strolled into the bathroom and finished getting ready. I didn't like the fact that I just left him sitting there. I mean, not only is he not supposed to be in my dorm room, but I don't want him to start snooping around. I have nothing to hide from him except my costume and I really don't want him to find out who I am.
I walked out of the bathroom a few minutes later, his back facing me. I cleared my throat, before slowly walking towards him. "Alright, let's hit the road."
My heart instantly sank when he turned around and had a shocked expression on his face. I looked down at his hands, only to find my black suit in his hands.
"You're Bolt?" He whispered harshly, looking down at the latex in his hands. "Are you f***ing serious?"
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he found out. he found out. *laughs maniacally*
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Bolt {Louis Tomlinson AU}
Fanfiction#658 in Action (10-19-2014) #17 in Action (12-29-2014) #20 Action (1-2-15) _________ By day, Athena Bolton attends the University of New York, majoring in photography. She's a nerd; the know-it-all. But behind the thick rimmed glasses and books, she...