I Want to be Loved By You
9
"Favorite movie?"Louis had been asking me pointless questions for the past ten minutes. From my favorite sport (football-the American version), to my favorite animal (giraffe, which Louis found quite entertaining), and my favorite sweet (ice cream).
"Les Miserables, at this moment, but I have many," I responded thoughtfully.
"Very interesting choice. A musical. Huh," Louis looked at me with such curiosity, it made me squirm. The way he looked at me made me feel like science experiment-being critiqued and observed waiting for the blow.
"Yeah..um. So next question?" I said nervously.
He smiled at my unease, but moved on anyway.
"Favorite color?"
I thought about this for a moment. There are so many gorgeous colors.
But there was always one that I adored.
"Yellow." I said plainly.
"Really? And why is that?" Louis asked interested.
I don't understand this boy's fasination with me. Again, I'm no one. I'm still trying to figure out how my life got mixed up with these boys.
"It is a very...bright and happy color. It reminds me of hope. Plus, they're very pretty on my favorite flower," I said to him.
Louis opened his mouth to say something, but I cut him off, "Asiatic Lily. That's my favorite flower."
He smiled at me, which I gladly returned.
"Ok. You're family. Home life. Past life. Tell me about that," He said carefully. I could tell he was unsure about his decision to ask me this.
And he was right to feel that way.
This was over the line. I just met this man, and at first he was a total douche. So why did I feel so compelled to tell him?
I sighed. My life was not the most ideal. But I guess I had it better than some, so I shouldn't complain.
Here goes nothing.
"Well...I lived in Cokesbury, South Carolina. It was a very small town. The population is like 300 people," I scrunched my eyebrows together trying to remember the small town I used to call home so long ago. "My mother and father were kids in college when they had me, and eventually they got married after they graduated. And then um, they had my sister four years later, then got divorced six months after her birth." I looked up from my story to look at Louis. He was staring intently at me, absorbing every word.
I sucked in a breath and then continued, "I was four, and I remember the nights when I would be in my room, listening to my mom yell at my dad over the phone for hours, who was trying not to give up, explaining she didn't want their relationship anymore. She blamed it on their growth as a person; that they were different people now. My dad wasn't having it though. He grew up in a divorced family as well, so he didn't want that for us.
"My sister would crawl into my room, being only a few months old, that kid knew how to get out of her crib, and whine at me, tears flowing down her face." I smiled sadly at the fuzzy memory.
But I pressed on. "Two years later, when I was six, my mom moved us to Wyoming. All was fine...but when I turned 15, I was at a point with me mom that everything we did was wrong.
"I talked to my dad more about their divorce, and I came to find out that my mom had an affair with my now stepdad. I was digusted with my mom, and isolated myself from her even more. I caused more trouble and gave her a hard time," I grimace at the awful memories. She never was happy with me I suppose.
"She eventually kicked me out. I came home and found my room packed up, with a note telling me that I was going to be living with my dad from now on. Said she couldn't handle it anymore, and it would be best for both of us to seperate.
"I wasn't invited to her wedding with my stepdad. She didn't come to my graduation. And I haven't spoken to her since the morning she kicked me out. I did, however, get a card on my 18th birthday," I said sadly. I still have it sitting in a box somewhere I treasure it.
"After I graduated from highschool, I went to a local college, but I just...I wanted more. I discussed it with my dad, and we decided I could spend a year in any place I wanted, and see how that worked for me. But of course, I couldn't come without my best friend, Sam. She and I were diaper besties. We could be sisters if it weren't for her red hair.
"We talked, and naturally, we chose London. We've wished to come here for a long time. I'm going to just a small university, and working, and Sam already has this big time job at a fashion place, so she doesn't need to even go to college. So...here I am now. That's pretty much it." I finished my life's story, and looked up at them boy across from me.
He kept his face blank, but I still found it gorgeous. His chestnut hair was swept off to the side, his lips slightly pointed upwards. You could tell he smiled a lot. And finally, his eyes. They were sparkling, and seemed sad.
I suddenly felt silly for studying his face, but soon realized Louis was doing the same.
His eyes swept over my whole face and he smiled.
Then he finally spoke, "Well. You definitely have an interesting family," he smiled apologetically at me.
I gladly returned it.
I checked my phone and saw it was 2:30 in the morning. I jumped up quickly.
"Shit! I've got work tomorrow. I have to be there at nine, that's in less than seven hours. I have to go!" I shouted.
"Ok, ok. Let's go to my car, and I'll drop you off," Louis said to me calmly. I nodded and followed him. "Cinderella has someplace to be, eh?" He joked.
"Well of course. I have a life outside of this fairytale," I responded a little bitterly.
But Louis just chuckled.
He grabbed my hand and led me. It was weird, but a very sweet gesture. I wasn't exactly arguing.
But of course, the moment had to be ruined by paparazzi bombarding us with questions and flashes of cameras.
"Louis! Is that your girlfriend?"
"What happened to Chloe?"
"Miss, what is your name?!"
"How did you two meet!"
I put my head down and tried to shut them out, continuing to follow Louis. He growled under his breath and apologized. I smiled up at him trying to reassure him.
We reached his car finally, and sat in silence aside from me giving directions.
He still hadn't let go of my hand.
When we walked up to my door, he let go of my hand, and smiled sadle.
"This was fun. I'm glad we did it," Louis said.
"Me too. I would love doing it again," I said quietly trying to avoid his eyes.
"Then we shall," Louis took my phone from my hand, tapped around on it, then handed it back to me. "Here. There's my number. Use it whenever you want to go back to the fairytale." He smiled.
"I will," I told him.
"Goodnight, Cinderella."
"Night, Charming." I walked through my door quietly and sadly away from Louis. I was trying to be silent knowing Sam was in bed.
But I was wrong.
She ran up to me asking me for every detail about my night.
"It was fine, it was fun, and he told me to call him. I'll tell you the rest in the morning," I interrupted.
"So...are you?"
"Am I what?"
"Going to call him?!" She yelled in a 'duh' sort of voice.
"Yes," I responded. She smiled proudly, then bounced off to her room.
"Yeah..I think I will use it," I muttered to no one.
"Les Miserables, at this moment, but I have many," I responded thoughtfully.
"Very interesting choice. A musical. Huh," Louis looked at me with such curiosity, it made me squirm. The way he looked at me made me feel like science experiment-being critiqued and observed waiting for the blow.
"Yeah..um. So next question?" I said nervously.
He smiled at my unease, but moved on anyway.
"Favorite color?"
I thought about this for a moment. There are so many gorgeous colors.
But there was always one that I adored.
"Yellow." I said plainly.
"Really? And why is that?" Louis asked interested.
I don't understand this boy's fasination with me. Again, I'm no one. I'm still trying to figure out how my life got mixed up with these boys.
"It is a very...bright and happy color. It reminds me of hope. Plus, they're very pretty on my favorite flower," I said to him.
Louis opened his mouth to say something, but I cut him off, "Asiatic Lily. That's my favorite flower."
He smiled at me, which I gladly returned.
"Ok. You're family. Home life. Past life. Tell me about that," He said carefully. I could tell he was unsure about his decision to ask me this.
And he was right to feel that way.
This was over the line. I just met this man, and at first he was a total douche. So why did I feel so compelled to tell him?
I sighed. My life was not the most ideal. But I guess I had it better than some, so I shouldn't complain.
Here goes nothing.
"Well...I lived in Cokesbury, South Carolina. It was a very small town. The population is like 300 people," I scrunched my eyebrows together trying to remember the small town I used to call home so long ago. "My mother and father were kids in college when they had me, and eventually they got married after they graduated. And then um, they had my sister four years later, then got divorced six months after her birth." I looked up from my story to look at Louis. He was staring intently at me, absorbing every word.
I sucked in a breath and then continued, "I was four, and I remember the nights when I would be in my room, listening to my mom yell at my dad over the phone for hours, who was trying not to give up, explaining she didn't want their relationship anymore. She blamed it on their growth as a person; that they were different people now. My dad wasn't having it though. He grew up in a divorced family as well, so he didn't want that for us.
"My sister would crawl into my room, being only a few months old, that kid knew how to get out of her crib, and whine at me, tears flowing down her face." I smiled sadly at the fuzzy memory.
But I pressed on. "Two years later, when I was six, my mom moved us to Wyoming. All was fine...but when I turned 15, I was at a point with me mom that everything we did was wrong.
"I talked to my dad more about their divorce, and I came to find out that my mom had an affair with my now stepdad. I was digusted with my mom, and isolated myself from her even more. I caused more trouble and gave her a hard time," I grimace at the awful memories. She never was happy with me I suppose.
"She eventually kicked me out. I came home and found my room packed up, with a note telling me that I was going to be living with my dad from now on. Said she couldn't handle it anymore, and it would be best for both of us to seperate.
"I wasn't invited to her wedding with my stepdad. She didn't come to my graduation. And I haven't spoken to her since the morning she kicked me out. I did, however, get a card on my 18th birthday," I said sadly. I still have it sitting in a box somewhere I treasure it.
"After I graduated from highschool, I went to a local college, but I just...I wanted more. I discussed it with my dad, and we decided I could spend a year in any place I wanted, and see how that worked for me. But of course, I couldn't come without my best friend, Sam. She and I were diaper besties. We could be sisters if it weren't for her red hair.
"We talked, and naturally, we chose London. We've wished to come here for a long time. I'm going to just a small university, and working, and Sam already has this big time job at a fashion place, so she doesn't need to even go to college. So...here I am now. That's pretty much it." I finished my life's story, and looked up at them boy across from me.
He kept his face blank, but I still found it gorgeous. His chestnut hair was swept off to the side, his lips slightly pointed upwards. You could tell he smiled a lot. And finally, his eyes. They were sparkling, and seemed sad.
I suddenly felt silly for studying his face, but soon realized Louis was doing the same.
His eyes swept over my whole face and he smiled.
Then he finally spoke, "Well. You definitely have an interesting family," he smiled apologetically at me.
I gladly returned it.
I checked my phone and saw it was 2:30 in the morning. I jumped up quickly.
"Shit! I've got work tomorrow. I have to be there at nine, that's in less than seven hours. I have to go!" I shouted.
"Ok, ok. Let's go to my car, and I'll drop you off," Louis said to me calmly. I nodded and followed him. "Cinderella has someplace to be, eh?" He joked.
"Well of course. I have a life outside of this fairytale," I responded a little bitterly.
But Louis just chuckled.
He grabbed my hand and led me. It was weird, but a very sweet gesture. I wasn't exactly arguing.
But of course, the moment had to be ruined by paparazzi bombarding us with questions and flashes of cameras.
"Louis! Is that your girlfriend?"
"What happened to Chloe?"
"Miss, what is your name?!"
"How did you two meet!"
I put my head down and tried to shut them out, continuing to follow Louis. He growled under his breath and apologized. I smiled up at him trying to reassure him.
We reached his car finally, and sat in silence aside from me giving directions.
He still hadn't let go of my hand.
When we walked up to my door, he let go of my hand, and smiled sadle.
"This was fun. I'm glad we did it," Louis said.
"Me too. I would love doing it again," I said quietly trying to avoid his eyes.
"Then we shall," Louis took my phone from my hand, tapped around on it, then handed it back to me. "Here. There's my number. Use it whenever you want to go back to the fairytale." He smiled.
"I will," I told him.
"Goodnight, Cinderella."
"Night, Charming." I walked through my door quietly and sadly away from Louis. I was trying to be silent knowing Sam was in bed.
But I was wrong.
She ran up to me asking me for every detail about my night.
"It was fine, it was fun, and he told me to call him. I'll tell you the rest in the morning," I interrupted.
"So...are you?"
"Am I what?"
"Going to call him?!" She yelled in a 'duh' sort of voice.
"Yes," I responded. She smiled proudly, then bounced off to her room.
"Yeah..I think I will use it," I muttered to no one.
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