We Meet Again

“Do I look, like, too casual? Should I be in a fancier dress? I mean, Louis is rich and famous. He probably wants to take me out to some fancy dinner or something. Wow, I’m freaking out.” I examined myself in the mirror in my bedroom. I was wearing an off the shoulder blue dress, with a small white belt and white flats. I had on natural looking makeup, and my hair was straightened out, and was ombré, starting with black and ending with a honey blonde color. I hoped it looked alright.

Sarah rolled her eyes. “Calm yourself. You look gorgeous. That off the shoulder thing is perfect for a striptease. You’ll have Louis in your pants-or under that dress-in no time.”

“I don’t want to have sex with Louis! I barely know him, and besides, isn’t there like, some international rule not to have sex on the first date!”

“Okay, fine. Second date? You should know him pretty well by then.” She winked.

“I threw a pillow at Sarah. “No!” We giggled, then I heard the doorbell ring.

“It’s Louis!” My face went red, making the blush I already had on even darker. I grabbed my purse from Sarah, then went to get the door.

“Hey, Louis. You look nice.” He was simply beautiful in a white button down, dark jeans, and the signature toms.

“You’re not looking too bad yourself.” He let his eyes slowly travel down, and as if on cue, when Louis eyes got to my breast. My off the shoulder sleeve decided to dip a little, showing some cleavage. By this time, you couldn’t even tell I had blush on.

“Well, it’s not my Starbucks uniform.”

“No, it’s definitely not. Um, let’s go, before it gets dark.” So it was an outside thing. Maybe a picnic?

We walked down to his car, a sleek silver BMW convertible. Louis opened the door for me, a proper gentleman.

In the car, my all-time favorite-Chris Brown-blasted through the speakers. I saw it was a CD, and I’m pretty sure Louis was not a Chris Brown type of guy.

“You’re welcome.” Louis said nonchalantly.

“How’d you know?”

“A little birdie with his feathers in a quiff.”

I took out my phone and sent Zayn a quick thx. He replied back no prob. If I can’t b happy, I want u 2 b. Zayn was breaking my heart, even though I didn’t do anything.

Sarah lifted up my spirits by sending me there’s a condom in the zipper pocket of your purse. Sure enough, when I checked, there it was. That sneaky girl. I just hoped I wouldn’t need it.

“We’re here.” I was confused. We were in the middle of the woods, on the outskirts of NYC. For a second, I thought Louis Tomlinson had kidnapped me.

“Look up.” I did, and there was a treehouse with “Fine China” softly playing out of the speakers.

“Really, Louis? I have to climb up a tree?”

“Or a ladder.” He smirked, and I knew that my ass was about to be the center of attention.

“Just hold my shoes.” I started to climb up the ladder, my ungraceful ass popping out, much to Louis’ amusement. I’m pretty sure Louis was much more amused when he heard my reaction to what was in the treehouse.

“OMG!” Louis! This is amazing!” Louis laughed and climbed up the ladder. Together we admired the picnic, complete with my favorite food and drink-sandwiches and red wine. I couldn’t drink in the United States because I was 20, but back in Bradford, in those two months when I was 18, me and Zayn would live it up, even if he was 17 for most of it.

“So, you like it, huh?”

“Love it. For God’s sake, though, I’m as hungry as Niall. Let’s eat!”

Me and Louis talked aimlessly; how we started with “so, how was your day today” and ended up with “orange sorbet doesn’t even taste like oranges!” was a mystery to me, but I have a hunch the red wine was in play. Eventually our conversation’s topic drifted to Zayn-more specifically, me and Zayn; our past.

“So how long have you known Zayn?”

“Since I was 12. I know I say I’ve known him for six years, we kind of stopped talking two years back, we just drifted apart, I guess, so I didn’t know him anymore. Now, though, it seems as if we’ve picked up where we left off.

“Plus all of the tension between you.”

“What? I mean, I know that there’s tension between us, but was it that obvious?”

“Yea. it’s almost like...you both want to get close to each other, but not too close, and since you guys aren’t sure where too close is, you keep your distance. It seems to me that Zayn is more willing to take the risk of crossing the line than push away.” I just stared at Louis, trying to find out why this playful boy was so serious, and how he managed to sum up me and Zayn;s relationship in the short time he’s seen us together.

“Well, when you put it like that, I guess Zayn and I didn’t pick up where we left off.”

“I guess not.”

We silently sipped on wine, the bottle almost empty, and the silence would’ve been awkward if we weren’t getting drunk.

“So,” Louis began, “I’m gonna tell Eleanor that we’re over for good.”

“Why?” I said, then giggled and blushed. He wanted me! I couldn’t say that he was too resistible, himself. I don’t know if I was drunk or not, but I wanted Louis, with a passion. I wanted him now.

I bit my lip and looked at him innocently, this trick usually working. It did; Louis was by my side, slowly sliding off my sundress. Soon, I was just in my underwear. A bra wouldn’t have looked right with the dress and I was small enough to go without one.

Louis got on top of me and started to kiss me, sloppy, hungry kisses. I kissed back excitedly, slowly unbuttoning his shirt. It was off; I moved down to his pants and had Louis’ jeans, boxers, and shoes off in one motion. Louis had managed to get my underwear off while I was getting his clothes off. I felt Louis get hard as I moaned in his mouth and traced his chest and six pack, like I did the morning I woke up in Louis’ arms.

Louis pulled away and trailed kisses down my neck, leaving me short of breath and a hickey. His eyes and fingers slowly walked along my breasts and he sucked on my nipples as they tightened. Louis’ lips continued down my stomach. I groaned quietly and started to whisper “Fuck, Louis. Fuck.”

“OK, Celeste. If you insist.”

Louis got into a comfortable position and pushed into me hard, causing me to cry out. It was unexpected.

“Shh, Shh.” Louis said, loosening me up by moving in and out inside me while stroking my cheek. “There, there, Celedte. Now doesn’t that feel good?” Suddenly, Louis came in, hard, and I yelled, yes!”

We reached our climaxes in a few minutes, then stopped, and it was as I drifted off to sleep when I remembered that the condom Sarah out in my purse was still there.

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