"Lenore, I'm going to get us another pitcher."
I leaned over close to my best friend and said loudly in her ear before grabbing the empty beer pitcher.
I slid off of the bar stool and made my way through the sea of people towards the bar.
It was our second night in London and we decided to get out and have some drinks at a bar down the road from the flat we were renting for the summer.
I leaned my stomach against the bar trying to get the attention of the busy bartender, my elbow knocking over someone's drink in the process.
"I'm so sorry!"
I looked at the person, trying to clean up the spilled beer with a napkin.
He slid off of his stool and started drying off the front of his pants.
"It's okay love, no worry."
He looked at me with a bright smile, his accent thick and gorgeous.
"Let me buy you another."
I looked into his sea green eyes, a cold chill running up my spine.
"No, no darling you don't have to do that."
He laughed and pushed the now empty glass towards the bartender that finally realized I was there and was standing impatiently in front of us waiting for us to either order and leave him alone so he can handle his other customers.
"I'll have another pitcher, and another whatever he was drinking."
I pointed motioned the glass.
"Put it on my tab please."
I turned my attention back to the handsome man.
"I'm Lilly by the way."
I offered my hand out to him.
"Louis."
He grabbed my hand and instead of shaking it, he brought it up to his lips, leaving a feather light kiss on the top.
"It's very nice to meet you."
I bit the inside of my lip and pulled my hand away from his grasp.
I wasn't use to this feeling in my stomach, and my head was spinning.
"So, this is why you are taking so long."
Lenore came up behind me and put her hands on my shoulders.
"You found yourself a handsome man to flirt with, there for a minute I thought you might of gotten taken."
She laughed and looked at Louis.
"Sorry for my friend." She outstretched her hand. "Lenore."
He shook her hand gently, his eyes never leaving mine.
"She is not bothering me at all, she's actually a great distraction from my four drunk mates."
His head tilted backwards in the direction of four other guys who's eyes were glued on our little exchange.
I knew who they all were, EVERYONE in the world knows who they are, but to me it wasn't important. I grew up with famous people and it never impresses me anymore.
"I didn't mean to interrupt your party."
I smiled at the guys nicely.
"You didn't interrupt at all deary, have a shot."
Niall pushed the shot towards me.
"Yeah, it's Liam's birthday."
Harry stood up from his spot, a shot glass in hand.
"Here, you too."
He put the shot in Lenore's hand.
"Okay, everyone stop talking."
Louis put his hands out in front of him, like he was the conductor of a orchestra.
"Happy birthday Liam, we love you mate!"
He picked up the shot glass and as if on cue, we all threw the back.
I picked up the pitcher that the bartender had placed in front of me and poured myself a glass of beer and look a long sip, trying to get the burn to disappear in my throat.
"Sit."
Louis patted the stool next to his, and waited until I was sitting before sitting himself.
"So, what brings you to London?"
He brought his fresh beer up to his lips.
"Because I can tell you are not from here."
He said before taking a small sip of the yellow liquid.
I laughed lightly, my body moving closer to his so that I didn't have to talk so loud to be heard over the crowd.
"Well, I just graduated from college and decided to take a vacation with my best friend."
My hand gripped the glass, I was suddenly nervous to be sitting this close to him.
"How long are you vacationing?"
He questioned, seeming genuinely curious.
"We are here for the entire summer, we rented a flat right up the road from here."
I told him as he turned to face me, our knees touching.
"Awesome, and what do you want to go now that you are officially an adult?"
His smile playful.
"Well, I graduated with a degree in music production and business."
I said.
"You like music?"
I nodded swiftly, a large smile on my full pink lips.
"Yes, all my life. My father owns a record label and I grew up around music and it is the single most amazing thing in this world."
It was so easy to talk to him, I felt like an open book.
The night was filled with conversation and many shots.

A few hours later, he knew basically everything about me.
"I just want to tell you, I could listen to you talk all day."
My words were slightly slurred as I whispered them into his ear, my hand sitting on his knee; that somewhere in our conversation had moved to surround the outside of mine, so now I was sitting very close to him, my legs in between his.
"Your accent is absolutely amazing."
I pulled away and smiled a flirty smile.
It was his turn to lean close to my ear.
"Well, I'll let you if you promise that I can look at your beautiful face the whole time."
I inhaled a deep breath, breathing in his amazing smell.
One of his hands gripped his half empty glass of beer, the other on was sitting on my thigh, his fingers drawing small circles.
I didn't say anything, just picked up my beer and bringing it to my mouth, drinking slowly trying to hide the flush of red on my cheeks.
"Can I ask you something?"
He asked putting his hand on my arm, making it lower the beer away from my face.
I nodded slowly, squeezing his knee slightly.
"You don't know who I am are you?"
His eyebrow raised slightly, a small smile playing on his lips.
"I don't know what you mean?"
My eyes burning into his.
"Who I am, it's surprising seeing that you live in Los Angeles."
I laughed and shook my head.
"Oh, of course I know what you do for a living, I don't live under a rock, but I don't know who you are yet, I'm working on it."
His hand left my thigh and moved to push a piece of hair behind my ear.
"You're perfect."
His voice came out barely above a whisper.
"Far from."
I frowned, my blue eyes leaving his face and finding interest in the bubbles in my glass.
"Come on guys, it's time to go."
Zayn was walking by us, his arm wrapped around Liam's waist trying to keep him from falling over in his drunken state. Harry got his credit card back from the bartender and rushed over to the other side of Liam to help Zayn steady their best friend.
Niall and Lenore were already heading out of the door, his hand resting firmly around her waist.
"Let me give you a ride back to your place."
Louis stood up, offering his hand to me. I took it and stood up, swaying a bit.
Wearing heels and getting drunk probably wasn't the best idea I've ever had.
Louis reached over and laced his long fingers in mine and led me out of the bar and into his black SUV that was waiting outside.
The drive was shorter than I would of liked.
Niall piled out behind Lenore and followed her up the stairs to our front door.
"Goodbye guys, thank you for an awesome night."
I peared into the car, earning loud responses from the drunken boys before Louis shut the door.
"I'll walk you up."
He put his hand on the small of my back as we stepped up the stairs, Niall and Lenore had already disappeared into the house, leaving the front door open casting a light glow out of the steps.
"I want to see you tomorrow."
He stood infront of me, his hands placed on my hips.
"You will, you have to come retreive lover boy in there."
"You better go before I lose all control and ask you to come in."
My head was clouded and I was holding onto my good sense barely.
"Sweet dreams love."
He leaned down slowly, as if he was asking for my permission.
I moved my lips up to meet his softly.
"You too."
I pulled away and disappeared into the house.