Little Things

Chapter 1

"There I was again tonight, forcing laughter, faking smiles. Same old tired, lonely place. Walls of insincerity, shifting eyes and vacancy, vanished when I saw your face. All I can say it was enchanting to meet you." -Enchanted Taylor Swift

Bella's POV

"Jake- please." I stuttered out. I couldn't believe this was happening to me. The guy I grown to love over the year and half we'd been dating, had been cheating on me. I felt salty tears fall down from my eyes, but I quickly wiped them away, he's not worth your tears, I thought. But they kept coming anyways. I looked up at him.

Jacob Thomas, every girls dream. Mr. Tall Dark and Handsome, he had it all. Besides just the looks his family was rich. But I wsn't interested in that. I'm-or was-looking for my soul mate. And it obviously wasn't with Jake.

"Tell me it's not true." I continued, my voice sounding more confident then I felt. Jacob looked like he wanted to say something, but kept his mouth shut. That's what hurt most. The silence. He didn't utter a single word to me. So I did the only logical thing left to do in a situation like this. I ran. And I ran fast, not looking back. I ran to my car my car that was 3 blocks from here. Great, I thought, I'll never make it to my car running. After running for a good block and a half, I slowed my pace down to a walk. Then the worst thing happened. It began to rain. I sighed depressingly, my tears had now mixed into the rain. At least no one will notice I've been crying.

The rain had long since soaked through my clothes. I bet I looked absolutely horrible. Maybe I'll go knock on that annoying dude's door. He's always throwing a party, maybe If I knock his door while his party is just starting they will all leave and I might actually sleep. I was so caught up in my thoughts I didn't notice a door open.

"Your going to freeze, love." a slightly high pitched British accent voice came floating my way. I stopped walking and snapped my head in the direction of the voice. It was guy, he looked around 20, with messy brown hair. He had a nice smile, showing off his pearly whites. He looked like he laughed a lot. Great, I thought again, I look like crap in front a cute boy. But then I thought about Jake, and more tears reached my eyes. "Hey, are you okay?" the guy asked me, concern lacing his voice. Why was he concerned? He doesn't know me.

"Yeah, I'm fine." I lied. I was a good liar, according to everyone, and it's not a trait I'm very proud of. He looked at me doubtfully. I sighed. "OK, I'm not fine, but that doesn't mean I'm going to 'spill the beans' as some people like to put it, to a stranger." I stated with some of my all to famous sass in there. He smiled at me, as if he just got an idea.

"Hello, my names Louis." he says, coming out into the rain and holding his out for me to shake. I did, but when I did he pulled me into a hug. It was friendly hug, but when we touched I felt sparks. He made me feel safe in his arms. I smiled at the gesture. No one had ever done that something like this for me.

"You know I am soaking wet right?" I asked him as still stood wrapped in his arms.

"You know I'm warm right?" he asked me, his British accent lacing the words, not letting me go.

"Touche'." I said. He was right. He is warm. While I'm all wrapped up in his arms I got a good look at his face. He has blue-green eyes that instantly captivated my blue eyes. He looked like he was searching my eyes for something. I was always a hard person to read. But they say the eyes are the windows to the soul, but my eyes are closed off. I learned not to let people in, they just break you down. He nodded his head to himself, as if satisfied. His eyes softened when they looked into mine again, and what I saw in his was pain. Pain and heartbreak. The same thing I was feeling, only he let it all show. Through his eyes. I gasped quietly, due to all the emotions that flashed through his eyes. Besides the pain and heartbreak, there was caring and concern. For me? I wondered. And then as quickly as it was there, it was gone.