White Christmas [One Direction]

Twinkle ~ [Louis Tomlinson]

He touched my shoulder and I almost jumped away from him. There wasn't anyone behind me even a while ago. He gave me a smile as I turned towards him. "Where were you?" I asked. He rubbed his fist on his chest to say that he is sorry. He wants to explain and I want to hear everything but that's not happening now. He opened the car door, placing his right hand behind his back he gestured with his head for me to get inside the car. His hair, dark and lustrous, had a sheen like fine hardwood. But that comparison isn't entirely fair, I suppose. Hardwood doesn't swish gently like his hair does, swaying with the words he speaks. A shiny varnish catches merely light around it, but the depths of that deep chestnut brown reflected all the radiance of his smile.

''Hannah, what's wrong?'', Louis interrupted my thoughts, as a gentle smile formed on my lips ''everything's perfect'', the corners of his mouth lifted up into a smile and as soon as he smiled at me, my fears whisked away and excitement rushed through my veins. 

''Can you at least hint me where are we going?'', I hoped for an answer that would stop all the nervousness in me. ''It's a surprise.'', Louis winked at me. I turned to face the road ahead of me. It looked like an unfinished painting. So much of the canvas was still perfectly white as if waiting for the artist's hand to return. The morning light struggled through the murky cloud, but even in its weakness, it was enough to blind. The air was, of course, cold, but I hadn't expected the same dampness that comes before the rain.

I glanced at the rear view mirror to see Louis looking at me with his brown eyes. Yeah, his eyes were brown. And I could be super boring and say that they were like chocolate, or honey, or chestnuts. But why would I do that, when they were more than chocolate, honey, and chestnuts. They were the rocks against the shore that destroyed ships. They were the tree's bark that has protected it for hundreds of years. They were the ancient dirt beneath my feet and the strong whiskey in my hand. They could melt you with their facade of chocolate, but then they would crush you with their under-layer of earth and soil. Yeah, his eyes were brown. And they were staring right at my soul window.

The horses broke out from the tree line. At the head was the stallion, his chestnut coat as fluid as water, stocky limbs moving faster than I would have thought possible. None of them were especially tall, fifteen hands at the most; but they were an impressive sight. ''They're beautiful aren't they?'', Louis smiled at me turning his head back to watch the road ahead of him. ''Yeah. I've never seen one so close before.'', they were indeed a very beautiful sight. 

We came to a stop. I don't know why I felt a bit reluctant to exit the car. A deep sense of serenity overcame me as I stared in rapture at the expanse of blue that lay before me. Rays of lights danced delicately across the water, birthed from the morning sun that both limited my sight and made the view all the more beautiful. We walked holding hands. I felt all kinds of different emotions swirling through me. I moved my gaze towards him and then he gave me a smile that just seemed so genuinely sweet with just the right touch of shyness that unexpected warmth rushed through me

He let go of my hand and sat on the bench. He had the kind of face that stopped you in your tracks. I guess he must get used to that, the sudden pause in a person's natural expression when they looked his way followed by overcompensating with a nonchalant gaze and a weak smile. Of course, the blush that accompanied it was a dead giveaway. It didn't help that he was so modest about it, it made the girls fall for him all the more. Despite all the opportunity that came his way he wasn't a man who prized genuineness and thoughtful conversation above lipstick and high-heels. He was handsome alright, but inside he was beautiful. I realized  I was staring at him again and nervously took a seat beside him trying to hide what just happened.

''I really like you, Hannah, I want you to know that.'', Louis spoke, building my nervousness even more. ''I really like you, too.'', I felt my cheeks heat again, burning that familiar bright red.  My gaze slid to the side. He pulled me against his chest. His nose tickled my ear. I let out a tiny gasp and squirmed uncomfortably. I wasn't used to being so intimately handled. I felt his lips softly graze my slender neck. I summoned enough courage to meet his gaze. His brown eyes twinkled. He knows! He's trying to make me feel like this. Unexpectedly, his hand drifted to my lower back. It settled there and pulled me closer. I inhaled sharply. I was against his warm chest, chiseled to perfection. Must he be so perfect? I placed my hand on it, intending to push him away, but instead, I left it there. His breathing quickened as did mine. He began nuzzling my neck with delicate kisses. So faint, they were whispers. I urged myself to push away, but couldn't. My limp body began to tremble uncontrollably. His head was angled slightly to the side as his lips came closer and closer to mine. I was surprised to find my own lips parted. Our breaths mingled. My heart fluttered inside my chest. At first, it was a delicate butterfly of a kiss. Then his arms encircled me and he deepened the kiss. I was completely unprepared. You would think that after all the hours I've spent with Louis watching him talk, laugh and frown that I would know all there was to know about his lips. But I hadn't imagined how warm they would feel pressed up against my own.