This is Fate, Right? (lwt)

Chapter 19

We pull into a parking lot of some place that looks like a park to me. I don't know for sure because the sign is obscured by the trees. Louis opens the door for me and helps me out. He says in an official voice "To add to the suspense I will need you to put on the blindfold until further notice, ma'am." He slips the blindfold over my eyes and I giggle with excitement. I hear the trunk of his car open and close and I feel his smooth palm on the small of my back leading me so I don't fall. After five minutes or so of walking he stops and lets go of me. I hear an object swish in front of me but resist the urge to peek. I feel his hands tug the blindfold up and away from my face. As I take everything in I gasp. Everything is just too much. Before me I see a big checkered blanket laid on the grass with a picnic basket in the middle and lit candles on each side of the basket. There are two champagne glasses on opposite sides of the blanket with a bottle of champagne next to the basket. The last time someone ever tried this hard to be romantic for me was...never. Emmett was always too drunk to care about anything except the dirty deed. At the thought of Emmett small salty tears start rolling down my face slowly. Louis sees me crying and puts his warm arm around my shoulders. "It's him again, isn't it?" he asks looking deeply into my eyes with his clear blue ones. I nod and the tears start to give way. Thank the Lord I wore waterproof mascara tonight. Heaven knows I won't be able to find any bathrooms, let alone mirrors, around here. He takes my hand in his helping me down onto the blanket. Once we're both seated he opens the champagne bottle swiftly without any spills and pours some in each of our glasses.

"To this," he says in a soft voice clinking our glasses together. I take a sip expecting the burning feeling people get when they haven't had champagne in a while. Instead my expectations are greeted with a quiet growl from my stomach. As if reading my mind Louis asks "Would you like to see what I packed for dinner?"

"Yes," I tell him.

"Kiss first," he tells me puckering his lips like a fish. I laugh and kiss him softly on the cheek.

"I guess that's better than nothing," he says with fake disappointment.

"Who knows? Maybe you'll be lucky and by the end of tonight, I'll even let you hold my hand," I say playfully.

"Maybe. Anyway I made Greek chicken and mashed potatoes myself. Hopefully no one gets food poisoning. If anything all blame goes on Niall for giving bad support while I was cooking," he laughs.

He sets some mashed potatoes and chicken in two plates and hands one of them to me along with a napkin and utensils. I take a bite of the chicken savoring the taste. "This is actually pretty amazing," I compliment him after I swallow.

"Just like the chef," he replies.

We eat silently for a few minutes until he breaks the ice.

"So," he starts. "I saw that you brought Evelyn with you to Doncaster. I told Niall because she's all he has talked about since the X Factora. That was a horrible choice. Now he camps out at my house every day in hopes of seeing her outside."

"That's hilarious but must be horrible for you," I laugh. "Now you can't walk around naked in there," I smirk.

"I do not," he gasps taken off guard.

"You might want to close the shades more often," I wink. At this point we've finished eating and Louis suddenly stands and scoops me up in his arms. He carries me away from the blanket and down some steps. We finally arrive at what seems like a beach with the waves gently gliding onto the sand. He pulls out yet another blanket from behind his back and sets me down while he lays the blanket down onto the sand. Then he scoops me up yet again, this time laying me gently onto the blanket. He lies next to me, both of us stargazing.

"Look, there's the Big Dipper," I say, pointing up.

"No, that's the Little Dipper," he tells me softly.

"I swear it's the Big Dipper," I argue.

"No, it's not," he persists.

We continue on for five minutes like that, just arguing and arguing. I suddenly realize Louis has been inching over centimeter by centimeter until he's almost on top of me.

"It's most definitely the Little Dipper," he leans in and kisses me softly. His soft lips collide with mine and suddenly he's on top of me. My hands wrap around his neck pulling him closer. I haven't had this much physical contact with a guy since Emmett and now with Louis, it's better than ever. His tongue pushes its way into my mouth making the kiss more passionate. After two minutes we pull away to catch our breath. He pulls me up straddling me. His hands on my back give me support. He stands up carrying me facing him all the way back to the picnic blanket. He sets me down on my feet quickly gathering everything up. It starts to get cold and he sees me shiver. He wraps his blazer around me and holding hands we walk towards the car. I take my shoes off feeling blisters forming on my heels.

Louis' hand warms my cold one up as we walk together. When we reach his car he lifts me up unexpectedly with a shriek from me. He twirls me around and puts me down softly on the leather seat closing the door behind me. He gets into the driver's seat starting the car up. We head off silently but in love for sure.