In A Snap- A Louis Tomlinson Fan Fiction

Chapter Five

Author's Note:

Okay, then! I shall formally introduce myself! Hi guys! My name's Sofia, you can call me Sofie or whatsoever. I live in a small town in Manila, Philippines. Or as directioners call it, ManiLIAM, PhiliPAYNEs. See what we all did there? Anyways, I wanted to make things clear about the 4 weeks left thing in the story. I just want you guys to know that SAMANTHA AND LOUIS HAVE 2 MORE MONTHS FOR THE SUMMER. WELL, LOUIS IS NOT SURE HOW LONG HE WOULD STAY IN DONCASTER AS HE WAS JUST STAYING THERE TO AVOID ELEANOR. THAT IS ALL I WANTED TO JUSTIFY.

 I also wanted to say a massive thank you for the readers of all the fanfics. It has only been three-to-four chapters and like, yeah. I get votes quickly. So, I just wanted to say thank you... in advance? Hehe, okay time's up for thanking, here you go!

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Louis and Samantha

"What are you doing here?" Samantha says halfway down the stairwell, fixing her loose Jack Wills shirt and a pair of cotton shorts.

Louis stood up from his seat, smiling nervously. "Hey, Sam." Was all he could say. Her face scrunched up, "You didn't answer my question." She says sternly.

He sighed, "Can we talk?" He asks with all sincerity in his tone. She glanced at her dad, who gave a hesitant nod. And when she turned to Meg, she just shrugged.

"Just go and talk to the lad, Samantha." Her dad advised. And with that, she heaved out a deep sigh, signaling Louis out of the house and into the sidewalk.

It was a chilly day for the summer as she mentally cursed herself for wearing shorts in such a cold day. It was rare having a chilly day during the summer. She thought. She placed her hands in the pocket of her shorts, looking down, kicking any visible pebble with her foot. "Are you gonna keep doing that?" Louis asks, chuckling half-heartedly.

"Unless you start talking." She says softly. Louis sighed, thinking about how this would affect his career was a big thing for him. Especially if all eyes would be on him. But he knew he had a thing for Samantha, and he was sure that she is the one.

"About the kiss yesterday..." He trailed off, making her tilt her head to him, waiting for a continuation.

"I barely regret anything that happened." He pauses, "I mean, I really like spending time with you. And the past two weeks have been amazing. And when you opened up, that's the time I thought to myself that you really are beautiful. Inside and out." He stops.

"But?" Samantha inquires, thinking there is something getting between both of them.

"There are no buts, Samantha. It's simple. I really like you." He admits.

She chuckled bitterly, "You can't say you like me that way. It has been only two weeks. How is that even possible?" She says. He shook his head in disbelief. "Anything is possible, Sam. You know that. And I know that. I also know you like me." He says directly.

Her eyes widened, stopping her pace, "How sure are you?" She asks. She wasn't sure of how he knew. Heck, she never told anyone about her feelings for him.

He chuckles, revealing a cheeky grin, "Would you kiss me back if you didn't fancy me?" He teases.

She grunted, "Go fancy yourself, jerk-ass." She says, doing a dramatic turn-away. Of course, in every dramatic walk out, there is a guy who would spin her back on her heels, making her face him once more, their faces inches apart.

And that's what Louis just did.

"You know, my ideal girl is the one who has sense of humor. But since you don't have at times, I think I'll make an exception." He says, growing closer to her face. She knew what she wanted. It was Louis. He knew what he wanted. It was Samantha. Everything was perfect. But let's just say, that's what Samantha thought. She doesn't have a clue about Eleanor. Heck, Louis doesn't plan to tell her.