Look After You

Ch 8: Kiss Me

Claire's POV 

So there I was, getting all emotional about moving, like I always do. I actually wasn't really aware of what I was saying, I was just enjoying talking to Louis. When he put his arm around my shoulder, I died on the inside. 

Yes. 

Claire is currently in heaven, please leave a message after the BEEP. 

I smiled at that cute gesture, then froze when he leaned in. Holy crap, was Louis Tomlinson about to kiss me? I so was going to fan girl when I was alone. But I made a mental vow to not pass out if he kissed me...that'd be so awkward. 

"Claire," he whispered when his forehead was resting against mine. 

"Yeah?" I whispered, not wanting to break the spell. 

"You're really beautiful, but I don't want to scare you if I kiss you." Uhhh, who the hoo-ha-hell doesn't want to kiss Louis Tomlinson? I mean, look at him. 

I leaned in and whispered two words in his ear.

"Kiss me." 

He leaned in, cupping one hand on the back of my neck and pulled my face towards his. His lips met mine, they were soft, just like I imagined. I softly kissed back, wrapping my arms around his neck. He pulled away, opening his eyes and smiling at me. 

"I've wanted to do that ever since I met you," he said, pulling me close to him. I was currently in a state of shock, having had the perfect first kiss EVER. I rested my head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat. It was very soothing. 

I was enjoying this. We weren't wildly making out, like if we were to hook up. That kiss was delicate, almost like a promise that we could be something more. Did I want to kiss him again? Duh. But resting my head on his chest was almost as good. 

We watched the sun set, and every so often Louis would kiss my hair, sending shivers down my spine. As the first stars entered the night sky, Louis started to sing Ed Sheeran's "Kiss Me" in my ear. He had the voice of an angel. If I could freeze this moment right now, I would. 

I looked up at his face, studying every detail. His beautiful blue eyes shined as they met mine. His hair was tousled from the light ocean breeze and it was very sexy. 

Oh dear god. I think I was developing a serious crush on Louis Tomlinson. 

This was not good. 

He's famous, he could have any girl, why would he want me? I mean, look at his ex girlfriend. She was a model for gods sake. I was probably just a summer fling. 

I sat up quickly and patted down my hair. "I have to go. My parents will be wondering where I am." I stood up and started to walk away, ignoring the look on Louis's face.

"Claire, wait." His beautiful British accent was so sweet. I knew that if I turned around, I'd end up staying with him. I just couldn't afford to get my heart broken again. Especially by Louis. 

I ran back to our beach house, opening up the back door. My parents were sitting in the living room, watching TV. 

"Claire are you ok?" my mom asked. I nodded, not trusting myself to speak. If I did, I might cry. I walked quickly upstairs and slammed the door to my room. 

I flung myself onto my bed, crying. 

What was wrong with me? I'd just been kissed by 1/5 of One Direction and I ran away. I knew that millions of girls, including my best friend, would kill to be in my position. But there was a chance that I was nothing to Louis, just a pretty girl, and I couldn't have that. After my last boyfriend, I was done with love. I'd hoped that maybe Louis would be different... but clearly not. 

My phone buzzed from my nightstand and I checked it. 

From Louis: I'm sorry that I kissed you. I never should've done it. 

I looked at what Louis said and started to cry. That proved it. I was nothing to him. He regretted kissing me. I laid my head down on my pillow, sobbing.

My life was over.