US- Louis Partridge Fanfic

four

Ten minutes later, we pull up to a gate which leads to a private road with many big modern mansions. The gates open and the taxi leaves us in front of a beautiful mansion.

"Wow" I say mesmerised at the view.

He smirks "Come on." I follow him into his big house. As we step in, the warmth hits me immediately. He shuts the door, and we go into the white kitchen. A girl is leaning over the kitchen island on her phone.

"This is my sister Issie" Louis tells me.

I wave at her "Hi Issie, I'm y/n."

She smiles "Hi y/n".

"Do you want a drink?" Louis offers.

"Uh yes. Can I have a glass of water please?" I ask politely.

"Yeah sure. Issie can you take y/n to my room please? Wait for me there. I'll be quick."

Issie nods and takes me to his bedroom and leaves me there. I take a 360 degree turn around his room. His room is decorated very minimalistic. His walls are white, he has a double bed with a grey duvet, he has a desk with a MacBook and a few books on and scripts. Ah so he's into drama like me. He has a few awards on his wall hung up in a picture frame. Theres a sofa against the wall, a clothes hanger with some pretty stylish outfits on, two skate boards leaning on the wall and a magazine holder with two magazines with his face on. Huh? I pick one up. Is he a model?

"So, you found the magazines?" I hear Louis behind me.

I jump and leap around "Are you a model?" I ask.

"Well yeah- "

"That's so cool!"

He smiles "Do you know who I am?" He passes me a glass of water and he sits on his bed.

"Louis?"

"Well yeah but have you ever seen me before like on the screen?"

I shake my head.

"I'm an actor. Like a famous one."

My eyes widen and my eyebrows raise. No way. I'm talking to a celebrity.

"I was surprised when I spoke to you and you didn't know who I was. It was refreshing." He states.

I smile "What have you been in?"

"I've been in a few things. Enola Holmes is my most famous movie."

"Oh yeah! I've heard of that. That came out recently right?"

He nods with a half-smile. I take my coat off and throw it on his bed and then I take a seat next to him.

"So, you like to skate?" I ask and I point at the boards.

"Yeah, it's very fun. Do you skate?" He questions.

"Well I've never done it before."

"Really? I should teach you one day!"

"That would be fun!"

"Yeah. Wait do you live nearby?"

"I'm not sure if you could tell by my accent but I'm from Birmingham"

"Oh. That's far."

"Yeah. I wish I lived in London."

"You should move."

"Easy for you to say. You're rich enough to buy two houses here."

He laughs.

"I could just about afford a room" I joke but it's probably true. It's so expensive here.