Sigh. You sat at a desk in the library trying to do your homework, but you kept getting distracted. There he was, Louis. Talking to his friends, laughing and smiling. You just couldn't get over his perfect smile, every time you saw it, it gave you butterflies in your stomach and your core would heat up and you'd give anything to be the reason for that smile. Too bad that would never happen. You were too shy. You hated that about yourself, but it wasn't like you could change who you were. You began to daydream about him holding you in his inviting arms under the stars, listening to his heartbeat while he played with your (H/C) hair. You were holding your head in the palm of your hands thinking about your fantasies and started shifting slightly to get comfortable until...
Nice move. You accidentally pushed all the books on your desk, and they loudly fell to the ground. Louis turns to look at the source of the noise, and you shut your eyes tight and mentally facepalm yourself, hoping he didn't catch you staring at him. You open your eyes and see him approaching you. Please don't come over here, please don't come over here, you thought. You started to get nervous, he was coming closer to you. You thought about running out of the library, and you were about to until he waved at you and said, "hey (Y/N)!"
There it was, that amazing smile that always had you melting. "Oh, hey Louis, I was just, I was just about to leave," you lie standing up and picking up your bag.
"You were?" He says picking up your fallen books and reading one of them, "You're only on question two on the history homework," he chuckles. "There are 30 minutes left in the period, I could help you with some answers," he assures you.
"Nah, I'll be fine," you insist. You had no clue why you were turning him down so much, this was exactly what you wanted!
"No it's okay," he smiles at you again, "I've been meaning to have a conversation with you soon anyway, I'll be right back, I'll get my things." he places your books on your desk, and takes your shoulders and sits you down in the seat. His touch sent shivers down your spine and you swallowed hard. His fingers felt like icicles and your skin was lava. He's still behind you with his hands on your shoulders, he gives it a quick rub, and he crouches down to your ear and whispers, "one sec." You could not believe this was happening. He wanted to talk with you? Like a conversation? You've never been that close to him before. Your daydreams were one step closer to coming true. Calm down, you thought. Just read your textbook, he'll be here any second, you don't want him to think you're completely stupid.
It's been about 2 minutes. That's a little long to get a few things 10 feet away, you thought. You look around and let out a gasp, and turn back around. He was standing right behind you, watching you.
"Sorry," he said, "you're just," he shakes his head and smiles, "you distracted me."
"It's okay," you say quickly, blushing a bit. "I was just reading," you say nonchalantly.
"Don't let me stop you," he jokes, now closer to you with a quizzical look on his face, hovering over you, and observing you like you've never spoken before.
You bite your lip and started to write an answer, then scribbled it and started to laugh.
"What?" he asked, laughing with you.
"You're distracting me," you say innocently, turning around so you're now face to face with him. You two stare at each other's eyes for the first time, the butterflies were at war in your stomach by now, you had to say something. "Aren't you supposed to be helping me?" you kid.
"Yeah... yeah, of course, I was gonna get to that, but I was gonna tell you that I left my work in my homeroom. We should go get it if you ever want to get past question two." He smirks.
You punch his arm with your new-found courage, "Hey!"
"Come on let's go," he grabs your hand and you two fly out the library doors, he's still holding your hands and you two are giggling running through the halls. You felt so happy, and after a few moments, you find yourselves alone in a history classroom.
He walks around a bit and stops at a desk, "here it is," he smiles at you again. It's like he knew what it did to you. On top of that, you two were alone, in a room, no lights, no one else, except for you, him, and your butterflies.
"Great," you say and bite your lip, "the periods almost over though," you say and gesture at the clock. "We should go."
He slowly walks closer to you, "but I don't want to go."
You swallow hard one more, and your breathing becomes heavy. "you- you.."
"Do you want to go?" he asks now holding your hands so gently it was like you weren't even touching.
"It depends," you answer, looking at the ground.
"On..?" he asks lowering his head so your eyes would meet again.
"...What happens next." You answer, looking at him eye to eye.
"What happens next?" he asks with a raised eyebrow.
"Yeah," you say and smile.
"What happens next goes a little something like this," he says, lightly pressing his lips on to yours, one hand on your waist, and the other on your cheek. The gentle kiss lasted about 15 seconds. The bell rings.
"We never got to finish," you smile at him, "I'm still only on question two."
"Well," he says pulling a piece of hair behind your ear, "meet me tomorrow, same time same place."
"Okay," you say, your heart filled with joy. You turn and walk away.
"Wait!" he pulls you back. "I can't wait until tomorrow to talk to you again. My number's in your bag," he says, "see you around, (Y/N)"
"See you around," you say catching your breath and biting your lip. You walk to your next class still daydreaming about that smile.
