Two Notches Down of Tuxedo

A Chapter by Sophie

Seven

Ali

Eventually Maicee leaves and then Harry, leaving me and Lou alone. The door closes from Harry leaving, and before I even get a chance to say anything, Louis kisses me. I would sigh, but my mouth is busy.

“Finally. I've been waiting to do that all day.” He smiles at me.

“Well don't deprive yourself.” I whisper and kiss him again. We continue for a while and he plays with my hair while we kiss.

“You're eyelashes even tickle my cheeks when we're kissing.” He says.

“I'll work on that.” I tease.

“I'm starved, want to go out for dinner?”

“Sounds great, just let me get ready. Where are you thinking?”

“You know how I love surprises, dress nicely though.” He winks at me while getting up to go to his apartment.

“Wait, how nicely? Like, for you, on a scale from sweat pants to tux?”

“I'd say one or two notches under tuxedo.” He replies.

“Ooo! Fancy.” I say, in a really awful British accent. He laughs and walks out the door. I race into my room and open the doors to my closet, rummaging through the clothes. I said rummaging. I'm spending way too much time with British people.

I'm a dress person, I wasn't when I was in school, though. I'd always buy them and then never wear them, even though I promised myself I would, I'd always have a reason not too. It was a confidence issue, I love dresses, half my wardrobe is dresses, and now that I don't see my tormentors everyday, I can finally wear them.

I pick out a bright teal dress. It has a faint grey floral design on it. It is strapless and tight leather, ending mid thigh, showing off the figure I never showed in high school. I pick out my shoes, black four inch heeled ankle boots with silver studs on them. I go into my bathroom to do my hair and make up, I straighten my bangs which were sticking up embarrassingly the entire day and they lay down flat just above my eyelashes, accenting my color changing eyes, which in this dress have turned a deep shade of green.

I put loads of mascara on, because that's just my signature thing, my eyelashes will be extra long. I etch a thin line of black eyeliner on my bottom lid and smudge it. Then use concealer and a compact. Finally I put my favorite lip gloss, a light tan color, and then slip in my shoe for later.

I brush my hair, which makes it ridiculously poofy, and then scrunch it slightly, so it de-poofs. I grab my silver purse just as there is a knock on my door.

“Coming!” I call, turning off the light in my bathroom.

“Wow, you look, wow.” Louis stammers when I open the door. I blush, and look down. He looks good too in his signature striped shirt, but topped with a navy blue blazer and a nice pair of trous- I mean pants.

“Ready, love?”

“Yes.” I smile, locking my door and hiding my keys in a burned out light on the wall, with a metal lampshade pointing upward like a cup. He puts his arm around me, his hand resting on my waist.

“Have fun!” The doorman calls, laughing. And then I notice the crowd standing on the sidewalk after the driveway. My mouth drops open. Louis just smiles and waves and he goes over to take a few pictures with fans.

“Ali! Can I have your autograph?” One girl asks, I recognize her from the news.

My autograph? I don't even have a signature!

“Sure! I recognize you from the news! That was really sweet what you said, by the way.” I say as she hands me a Sharpie.

“Oh my gosh, you saw that?! Well, I meant it, you two are adorable, and I love your dress!”

“Thank you! I love your shirt, creative!” I laugh. It has a picture of me and Lou and under that says: Alouya Matthewson.

Louis comes over to me and takes me by the waits again, he waves and as we walk away, suddenly the girls scream. Harry is about to fall out of his window as he yells, “REMEMBER, PROTECTION, BOO BEAR!”

“He just tries to embarrass you as much as possible, doesn't he?” I laugh.

“Yeah, but with out me, he'd never hit those high notes.” He winks and I laugh. We walk a while, apparently it's within walking distance. “Okay, now close your eyes, my hand has been tickled too much, I'm going to trust you not to peek.” Louis says, taking my hand.

“You can trust me.” I say, my eyes closed, he squeezes my hand and leads me forward.

“Okay... open.” Louis says. In front of me is an outdoor ice cream restaurant. I start laughing.

“This is perfect! I should have dressed fancier.” I tease, poking him in the ribs. We go up to the order window, a teenage girl looks bored, resting her chin in one hand. She takes one look at Louis and screams.

“Oh my god! You're Louis Tomlinson! And Ali! Oh my gosh! Okay, Jenna, stop freaking out...” She chides herself, Louis laughs, like the charmer he is.

“It's no problem.” He assures her.

“Okay, okay. What would you like to order?”

“Um, I'll have a cotton candy in a sugar cone with rainbow sprinkles.” Louis says. I barely suppress my laughter.

“Oh, I'll have a swirl in a plain cone with chocolate dip.” I order. She nods writing it down.

“That'll be right out.” She says, disappearing to make the ice creams. Mine comes out first and I bite into the chocolate, eating all of it first and then licking the ice cream. Louis does the same with his sprinkles. We walk around town and we reach the common. It's just a little area with a monument or two, perfect grass, some benches and the shade of trees. The switch that turns on the Christmas lights that twine into the branches every year catches his eye, and he turns them on. They're the whitish lights and they illuminate the fall leaves, casting orange and red light onto the ground, like colored light bulbs.

We've finished our ice creams and Louis takes my hand, leading me into the midst of the light show. No one is out and most places are closed, because by this point it's 10 o'clock. He places my hands around his neck, and I clasp them together, then he wraps his arms around my waist, pulling me closer to him. And we slow dance with out any music in the marble lights of the leaves and Christmas lights.

I have never heard of a more romantic thing.

“I'm so glad I wrote that note.” He whispers in my ear.

“I'm glad I said yes.” I say, taking my head off his shoulder to look at him. Still swaying slowly, he leans down and kisses me tenderly.

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