Touch of the Heart (Louis Tomlinson Fan Fiction)

Chapter 1

*Charlotte's POV*

"Alright Charlie, you can go home now. The other girls just got here, so you're off the hook for tonight," my boss announced as he handed me my wad of tips for the night.

"Thanks Grant," I took the money and stuffed it in my bra, this was going into the jar at home. "I'll see you Friday night."

He grunted, then went back to counting the money in front of him. I smiled to myself as I made my way out of the night club, dodging some of the more eccentric customers that would have flagged me down had they seen I was still there. The cold autumn air hit me as soon as I stepped outside and I pulled up my hood tighter against my face. I felt around my purse for my phone to call up Mandy, but I quickly realized that it wasn't there.

"Shit," I muttered to myself, remembering that I had left it charging at home.

Not wanting to go back into Synergy, I decided to walk to the apartment instead. It would be a lengthy walk; especially this time of night, but I didn't feel like bothering Mandy to come get me. So I began my trek home, cursing myself for not bringing a change of shoes.

It was really late and I couldn't shake the feeling that someone was following me. I heard footsteps behind me, so I quickened my pace. Instantly I regretted glancing over my shoulder, catching a glimpse of a guy in a dark suit following me. At least it felt like he was following me; maybe I was just being paranoid.

I quickly turned the corner and sped up once more, having have heard the guy quickening his pace. Panic filled me so I started running. Which was a bit difficult with the shoes I was wearing. I saw a hotel a few blocks ahead and without thinking I ducked inside hoping I would shake the guy off my tail.

I was rushing through the lobby cursing at myself for being so stupid, and not paying attention where I was walking that I smack down bumped into someone. My purse went flying out of my grasp and spilled the contents all over the floor.

"Oh, my God I am so sorry," I began to say, kneeling down to gather my things.

"Were you not looking where you were going?" a male voice with a thick British accent asked from above me.

I looked up into a pair of blue eyes that belonged to a very handsome individual. He seemed to be devouring me with his gaze alone, taking in my skimpy attire made up of a tight black mini and knee high stiletto boots. I zipped my over sized sweater up as high as it could go, and tugged at the bottom of it to try and cover more of myself. The way he was looking at me was making me uncomfortable, which made no sense to me since I literally worked at a job where men did nothing by look at me.

"Is everything alright," he must have caught on to my urgency, and looked behind me.

I glanced back to see what he was looking at and caught sight of the man in the dark suit. Without thinking, I grabbed him by the arm and started dragging him along with me towards the elevators.

"Just please play along, and let's go up to your room," I whispered to him, making sure to keep a smile playing on my face for the sake of looking the part of a girl meeting a guy at a hotel.

The young man looked a bit thrown off by my boldness, but had enough sense in him to just oblige to my request. Once we had stepped into the elevator, he leaned forward and pressed the button for the fourth floor. I was able to get a good look at the man's face before the elevator closed, keeping him from getting to me.

I let out a sigh of relief, but I knew this wasn't over yet, "Thank you," I told the young man whom I was still grasping tightly onto.

"Mind telling me what's going on?" he asked, the elevator dinged, indicating we had reached the floor he was on, and we both stepped off.