Y/N DAGGER
I looked at myself in the mirror, a dark red double trouble ruched dress with a leather jacket hiding a little recorder so Will could hear our conversation throughout the night. I curled my hair a little, and put on black strap heels. Will said this was perfect, but this isn't a date, I shouldn't go full out, I get cut off in my thoughts when I heard a knock, I turned off the bathroom light and grabbed my purse, NOT bringing my wallet, you can never trust em, you'll never know if he buys the most expensive thing for himself and accidentally forgets his wallet so youre stuck to pay. Not happening.
I opened the door and saw Louis looking towards the elevator, his body covered in a white button up shirt, rolled up sleeves and first 2 buttons undone, black pants held with thick black suspenders, silver chain around his neck, hair messy but neat and black-grey Jordan shoes. God did he steal all this, he turned to me and looked me up and down smirking with me stopping the urge to punch him square in the face.
"You look nice" he said and shut the door behind me
"Just for you" I winked and started walking as I mentally gagged at my response, He did a little jog to catch up with me and licked his lips. does this man know what Chapstick is? I went to press the elevator button but he pressed it first, pushing my hand away from the down button
"Sorry" he whispered, seeming a tad awkward, I let out an amused breath and waited
"So how long are you here? In London I mean" he asked me, I shrugged my shoulders
"I dont know, a week?" I replied as more of a question, he chuckled and ran his hand through his hair
"Right, I'm here for a week, not that you asked I just-" he cut himself off
"Lets just pretend I asked" I whispered to him not looking away from the door, I heard him sigh as the elevator opened and he let me in first, walking in after me then pressing the ground floor button.
"So what are you here for?" he asks again, god hes nosey
"I just...really like London, and I needed to get away from Paris'' I came up with, it's a lie, I really like Paris. And I live here. He laughed
Silence filled the air as none of us spoke, kinda awkward I dont know why, but nothing some liquid courage cant fix.
"What are you here for?" I said after a minute
"The art gallery, you should come with me, I'll enjoy the company" he said
"I will have to see" I beamed
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"Four shots of vodka please" Louis nodded to the bartender, he put four shot glasses down and poured the liquid in all of them and walked to another purchaser, Louis picked up one and handed me another, smiling.
"à votre santé" (cheers) he grinned and we drank them.
"Another shot?" I asked him making him smirk
"Four more shots of vodka, please" he put his hand up to the bartender, he came over and filled the four shot glasses back up, we chugged them down in a matter of seconds, asking each other questions every time.
"Je te trouve belle" (I find you beautiful) he whispered in my ear over a loud cheer and voice at the footy with music. it wasnt really crowded, only a couple people but enough to make the place rowdy.
"Je te trouve beau" (I find you handsome) I whispered back to him, he bit his lip and closed his eyes slowly. He took a deep breath, the feeling of his warm breath against my neck giving me the chills. bad chills
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UNEXPECTED》》LOUIS PARTRIDGE
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