His Love L.Tomlinson

22. All The Way Out

All The Way Out

Louis' fingers were intertwined with mine as we walked into this huge house. Now, I was not expecting to be going to someone else's house. I mean, I thought we were just going to go out and eat, but he surprised me. At least he meant what he said when he said he wanted me to be surprised.

Looking around the room, I didn't see anyone I knew, but I've only been here for a month or so. I looked up at Louis and he looked down at me with a reassuring smile. Seeing him smile, brought me back to our kiss we shared about an hour ago.

He had told me if anyone asked, I was his. Was this his way of telling me that I was his girlfriend? Was it official without my knowledge? Or am I just blowing this way out of proportion?

"Hey, are these important people?" I whispered into his ear. He looked at me with a smile.

"Not really. Just family."

"Just family?" I asked, surprised. "Then these are important people, Louis. Are you seriously saying your family isn't important?"

"Well, when they discard you like you're nothing and throw money in your face to keep you quiet is when they become unimportant."

"Louis, I-"

"Save it," he interrupted. "Babe, it's not a big deal. I'm used to it. I'm just here to talk to my father about something really quick and then we will be on our way."

Oh. Am I not meeting his parents. "Am I not meeting your parents?" I asked, sounding a bit disappointed. I mean, I would like to at least meet the mother or something.

"My mother's not here," he explained. "She's out with some friends in Barbados. And my father, my father's not really someone you want to associate yourself with, so if you don't mind, please wait in here?" 

"Sure," I nodded, looking at him understandingly. His father isn't really a good father figure and he doesn't want me to meet him. I feel the same way about mine and felt like complete shit when both, he and Harry met him. I definitely understand.

"Thanks," he smiled, kissing my forehead before walking on. 

I looked around at all these people dressed in fancy dresses and suits, conversing with each other, I felt a bit under dress. No worries though, Louis said we weren't staying. Although we aren't staying, it wouldn't hurt to grab something to drink while I'm at it, now would it?

Making my way through the thick crowd of overly dressed people, it took me a minute to find the kitchen, but I managed. I saw bottles of different beverages sitting on a table, all alcohol. I would help myself if I drank, but I don't. 

Instead, I grabbed a red cup and walked up to the faucet, getting some water. I then put a few ice cubes in there to cool it up a bit.

"Don't drink?" I turned to see a dark haired boy, helping himself to a bottle of vodka. I shook my head.

"I don't. Besides, not of age."

"Neither am I," he shrugged, sipping from the cup. "What the cops don't know won't hurt them, right?" 

"I suppose you're right, but tell me this, how good does it taste?"

"God, it tastes horrid, actually. I've had better things to drink in my lifetime."

"Exactly," I laughed at his response. "So why drink something you know tastes horrible? Why put yourself through that?"

"You have a point," he nodded, drinking from the cup. "I suppose I never thought about that."

"I know, you didn't. But hey, I'm not judging you. If you want to do it, go for. I'll encourage you."

"That is horrible advice from my own peer. What's your name?" he asked, leaning against the counter a good distance from me. I must say, he is cute with his dark hair and bright blue eyes with bow shaped lips. Very cute.