#tewkesbury x

[frost-queen]

The moment I knew // part 5 (Reader!Bridgerton x Tewkesbury)

Forever tag:@missmelodramatic, @merlin-dahlia, @alex--awesome--22 @elllie-does-the-posts, @floatlosers, @merlieve, @queen-of-books, @glimmering-darling-dolly@denkisclown, @wildieflower, @meyocoko, @bubblybrianna, @justanothercoco@subjecta13-thefangirl, @m-rae23, @harleyquinnswifeyfrfr, @swampthing07, @melsunshine, @panhoeofmanyfandoms, @venomsvl, @the-uncoordinated-house-cat, @rosecentury,  @imagines-by-her,  @evilcr0ne, @vviolynn, @cayt0123, @powwowsworld, @yomamacrusty, @mileyy22, @omgsuperstarg, @helen06dreamer, @misscaller06, @l4venderia

Summary: Finally it is your time to debut, yet your idea of a first ball does not go as you imagined. A mystery girl taking your place by his side. Can hearts be mended or shall they forever live in spite? [ part 1 & part 2 & part 3 & part 4 & part 6 & part 7 part 8 & part 9 ]

The doors opened. The feeling of a breath held in. Slowly lifting your head. Eyes locking on the Queen. Her eyes slightly narrowed full of judgement from afar. Taking the first few steps, you kept your gaze on her. Walking by nobles of the ton. Your family amongst them. No matter how much you wanted to acknowledge them, you didn’t. The queen settled with ease on your walk. Then a stop. Taking a graceful deep curtsy for her. Anthony smiling proudly at you. Benedict pressed his lips together, turning his gaze away.

“I promised I wouldn’t cry.” – he whispered blinking rapidly with his lashes. Colin waving his hands before Benedict’s eyes to keep his eyes dry. When you rose gave the queen you a pleasant smile. Turning back around, you headed back. Francesca sighed dreamily. – “Now it is official.” – she whispered to Gregory. – “Now she can marry Tewkesbury.” – Gregory spoke looking back to Anthony.

“Hush.” – Anthony breathed out. Gregory’s gaze went to Colin seeing him mouth an ‘oh she will’ to him. Gregory chuckle turning to Hyacinth to whisper it in her ear. Hyacinth gasped loud making Anthony hush them. In the meantime had you returned to mama. Exhaling deep you flopped down into a chair. Immediately plucking the feather from your hair. You gave the thing a bored look before handing it over to mama.

“You were so graceful my dear. I suspect you’ll be the season’s diamond.” – Violet gushed letting her fingers slide over the feather. You laughed softly. Looking past mama, a girl caught your attention. Hair as brown as chestnut. A mischievous glance in her eyes and a charming smile on her lips. She briefly made eye contact with you before the doors opened for her.

Then she was off presenting herself to the Queen. Mama tapped you on the knee to sit more graceful. You changed your posture sitting better when the doors opened again. The same girl from before walking out. She barely left the entrance when she plucked the feather from her hair. You quirked your eyebrow up when she tossed her shoes off.

Bending down to pick them up and continue on barefoot. You huffed funnily at how little she seemed to care. Getting up you followed mama into another room. There you waited for the queen’s decision on who the diamond of the season would be. You didn’t really cared as you only cared about seeing Tewkesbury again.

After being a year parted from him, you desperately wanted to be with him. Dance the night away with him and declare your love for him. Violet puffed annoyed wrapping an arm around you when they didn’t announce you as diamond of the season. You re-joined with your siblings as Violet kept muttering complaints. You welcomed Benedict’s hug seeing he had cried a little. – “You’re a baby Ben.” – you whispered to him.

“I do not care.” – he whispered back. – “Everyone can see I cried because of my sister’s debut!” – he declared loudly embarrassing you a bit. – “Ben…” – you whispered seeing some nobles chuckle. - “Stop embarrassing her.” – Francesca pitched in slapping Benedict with her glove. Benedict jumped quickly hiding laughingly behind Anthony. Gregory and Hyacinth walked beside you, heading back to the carriage. – “Are you to marry Tewkesbury now?” – Hyacinth asked getting in with you.

“That is what I intend to do.” – you answered. Anthony joined your carriage. – “I do have a say in it.” – he made clear with a brotherly scowl. – “Try your best brother.” – you told him seeing Hyacinth giggle. Colin came squeezing himself in the carriage making Anthony move closer to Hyacinth. – “There is no changing her mind.” – he spoke sitting down. – “and that you must remember brother dear.” – you rubbed in with a pleasing smile.

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The entire household was in a rush. Benedict crossing the hallway while trying to put on his glove. Anthony making final checks on everyone. – “Colin your collar.” – he pointed out seeing it stick out. Colin sighed trying to fix it. Francesca approached him, slapping his hands away so she could fix it for him. Violet held her hand against the back of her hair. – “I’ve lost a pin.” – she called out searching the floor. Eloise joined them presenting herself mockingly to her family.

Anthony sighed loud not even the energy to speak about her lack of care in appearance. – “Eloise at least tie your shoes.” – he said scratching the back of his head. Eloise pulled her dress up, revealing her ankles as she looked dumbfound down at her shoes. Anthony turned his head looking up to the ceiling with a soft groan. – “I’ve send the wrong sister away for manners.” – he muttered to himself. – “Where is she anyways? Y/n!” – Anthony shouted out your name. You appeared from out of the parlor, all dressed up. – “Mama a pin.” – you said walking over to her.

Violet turned to so allowing you to adjust her hair. – “Eloise your ankles are showing.” – you told her without a second glance. Eloise looked down seeing that her sock was not pulled up high enough. She immediately bend down to pull it up. You stopped Benedict adjusting his cuffs. Anthony watching you with admiration. How mature you appeared. You noticed him staring making you furrow your brows. Anthony slightly shook his head, letting you know it was nothing. Grabbing Benedict’s arm, you followed the others outside to the carriages.

Your first attendance to a ball. Lady Danbury always hosted the first ball of the season. Once inside the carriage you felt the anxiety rise. Knee trembling whilst you fidgeted nervously with your fingers. Colin who sat beside you noticed it. Taking your hand, he put a stop to your fidgeting, bringing your hand to his knee. You thanked him with a warm smile. Feeling him squeeze your hand lightly, it eased your nerves. It was rather not the ball you were nervous off.

Rather seeing him again. A year. A year now you hadn’t seen him. Only his words written on paper to comfort you. Opening your reticule you looked down at the acorn inside of it. His promise buried inside of it. His promise of loving you. diving with your hand into the reticule, you held onto the acorn. Pressing it warmly against your palm. If you listened to your heart closely you could feel his words. His words of love for you.

Blink and it will pass. Indeed it has passed. The year you had been away from him felt at first like an eternity, till you had much fun and forgot to count the days. It no longer felt like agony, more like a deeper longing. Sometimes when you forgot to think about him, you felt guilty. Guilty of not having him in your mind. Would he forget about you too? Would he have days too where he forgot to think of you? Letting go of the acorn, you didn’t want to think of it. Pulling your hand back, you closed the reticule once more.

Eyes adverting to the shimmering dusk. Soft tints of orange and pink brewing behind a pressing darkening sky. Lady Danbury’s estate drew closer making you take a deep breath. – “Are you ready?” – Francesca asked you. You nodded. She extended her hand to you, making you let go of Colin’s hand to take hers. – “Don’t let anything stand in your way, Y/n. This is your season.” – she said encouraging. The carriage came to a stop. Colin stepped out as you had room to go closer to Francesca to give her a kiss on the cheek.

Colin waited for you to step out. Taking his hand, you stepped into the open air. Looking up to Lady Danbury’s estate. Out of the second carriage stepped out mama, Anthony, Benedict, and Eloise. Taking Anthony’s arm, he guided you inside. The warmth of her estate clasped around you like a blanket. The symphony of music becoming clearer as the doors opened. Dancers in sync as they twirled. Lady Danbury approaching to greet you all.

“Y/n Bridgerton, what a rare jewel you are.” – she complimented making you curtsy for her. – “Good luck to you.” – she smiled eyeing Anthony. Anthony swallowed nervously, not following immediately. Lady Danbury chuckled amusingly already seeing several interesting suitors looking your way. Smiling at herself, she walked off making Anthony more nervous than he already was. Getting on the tips of your toes, you looked around for a sign of Tewkesbury. Anthony saw two gentleman around their twenties hesitate to make their way over to you.

You gasped confused suddenly being pulled away by your brother. – “This is worse then I thought.” – he mumbled to himself, pushing a way through the crowd with you. – “I only have eyes for Tewkesbury.” – you reminded him. He turned to look at you with a hard stare. – “That I worry too.” – he confessed making you laugh pleasantly. Anthony came to stop where he had a good view of the entire ballroom from each side. He smiled noddingly seeing Colin and Benedict make their way through the crowd over to you. Francesca right behind them.

Francesca joined your side as your three brothers agreed on a set of rules regarding their sisters and possible suitors. – “Have you see him yet?” – she asked wrapping an arm around you. You shook your head, pulling yourself up to look around better. – “He’ll come and when he does you’ll be the first he dances with.” – she answered making eye contact with a young man her age. Anthony noticed it stepping in between Colin and Benedict to reach her and you. He came standing in front of her, shaking his head.

Benedict laughing loud. Anthony grabbed the both of you by the shoulders, pulling you away from the dance. – “Let us fetch a drink sisters.” – he spoke pushing you and Francesca forwards. Francesca smirked at his silly behavior. Benedict and Colin remained having a chat with each other. Colin was staring at the dancers, Benedict turned away from them to acknowledge mother from afar. Colin’s brows furrowed when a pair moved revealing a familiar face.

It was Tewkesbury. He sighed relieved having found him till he noticed the girl he was dancing with. Hair as brown as chestnut. He let her twirl under his arm, gaze constantly on hers till she rejoined him closely. – “Who is that?” – Colin wondered making Benedict turn around. His eyes fell upon Tewkesbury dancing with the young lady. – “Is that not…” – he questioned, Colin confirming his doubts. – “Tewkesbury with another.” – Benedict’s eyes widened looking sharply around to where you were. – “She cannot see this.” – he told Colin knowing how much it would break your tender heart.

Colin gasped anxiously seeing you return with Francesca and Anthony. Colin rushed over coming to block your view. He started you with his odd behavior. – “Anther drink sister?” – he questioned. – “Colin I just went to fetch one.” – you told him showing him the glass in your hand. Colin snatched it from your hand, drinking the lemonade in one gulp down. – “Another sister?” – he repeated. – “Colin!” – Anthony snapped at him.

“Colin what is with you?” – you questioned seeing him take a step aside to keep your view blocked out. Furrowing your brows something felt off. You leaned to the side to try and look as Colin blocked your view again. You tried the other way, getting the same result. – “What are you not letting me see.” – you asked loudly finding his behavior odd and annoyingly. Francesca groaned loud pushing him aside. – “Fran no!” – He called out as the view got cleared.

The dancers spun around as you saw Tewkesbury among them. Instantly you started to smile, till you noticed the girl stepping up to him, looking lovingly up in his eyes. Tewkesbury staring lovingly back at her. He waltzed with her around the room as you stumbled back, feeling like you were going to pass out. Francesca gasped loud, covering up her mouth. Anthony’s eyes widened with shock. – “I tried to shield you…” – Colin breathed out feeling a bit guilty.

Tewkesbury and the girl you recognized from the palace to meet the queen came to a stop. She twirled again under his arm, meeting up with him. Tewkesbury’s gaze was on her till his eyes shifted briefly to the side. His eyes staring in shock at yours. She stepped to the side, expecting him to follow when he didn’t. She furrowed her brows seeing him stare frozenly. Looking over her shoulder, she noticed you and your siblings. Heartbroken you turned around, wiping your cheek dry.

“Wait!” – Tewkesbury called out. – “Wait Miss Y/n!” – he moved to go after you, the girl needing to move to not be pushed over by him. Francesca went after you. – “Miss Y/n wait please.” – Tewkesbury said hastily reaching your brothers. Colin and Anthony blocking his path so he couldn’t follow you. – “Let me through! I need to speak with her!” – He said desperate and annoyed that your brother’s wouldn’t let him pass. Anthony grabbed him firmly by the shoulder. – “You stay away from her!” – He called out, pushing him away.  – “Miss Y/n!” – Tewkesbury called out loud catching the attention of many bystanders.

Benedict joined his brothers, leaving through the crowd. Tewkesbury stood still feeling a sudden hand on his shoulder. Looking to his side he saw Enola by his side. She motioned for him to follow her. Meanwhile had Francesca caught up with you. She had taken a hold of your elbow, pulling you to a stop. You turned round, letting yourself fall against her chest. Crying loudly as she comforted you. How betrayed you felt. While you remained loyal to him, had he found someone else.

Someone else to cherish and confess his love to. What a fool you have been. A fool for love to think someone would remain loyal to you. To have believed his words with such truth. It hurt with every inch inside of you, hating that you still wanted him. Your brothers joined your side, having found the two of you. – “I knew it!” – Anthony called out making Benedict glare at him for not being the right time. Colin wrapped his arms around you. He could not believe it.

Firsthand he had seen how caring Tewkesbury was towards you. Firsthand he had witnessed the pure love between the two of you. A love story crumbling down to ashes with the coming of another. Nothing more you wished to leave the ball. Benedict agreed, leading you towards the doors to leave for the hallway. – “Miss Y/n!” – you suddenly heard, catching Tewkesbury hasten his way over to you.

“Miss Y/n please.” – he begged coming closer. Benedict and you came to stop. Benedict stopped him by his shoulder, not letting him come any further. – “I’m going home, my lord.” – you said with a stiff curtsy. Benedict let go of him as you turned round. Tewkesbury grabbed for the ribbon on your back, wanting to hold you.

He felt the fabric slip through his fingers when you walked away from him. Lowering his head, he watched the doors close before his eyes. Benedict and you got into the carriage, returning home. Numbly you stared out of the window. Had you hoped too much?

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[godoflesbianss]

shout out to tewksbury who is one of the most eligible bachelors at a huge party and inspecting the houseplants. iconic

[naughtygeek49]

Guys that are so pathetically in love with genius girls it makes them look stupid

[wylanvnneck]

Enola Holmes 2 + Textposts

[livelovecaliforniadreams]

You love me. And as it turns out, I love you too. You love me too? You really are a nincompoop.

[deadpoetsbakery]

lord tewkesbury is a precious plant dad who must be protected at all costs. (I almost lost it when enola visited and he just casually opened the door of his room when it’s literally a whole ass forest in there)

[nnon-it-up]

Enola and Tewkesbury being constantly jealous of each other's potential romantic partners while not admitting their own feelings is peak comedy actually. Enola being very ooc by checking the society pages for literally any mention of him, 'running' into each other at the park and her trying to be funny telling him "You are quite the eligible bachelor" with a pained smile, him telling her not to believe it, that last too long final look between them before he goes, the reveal that "Sometimes he takes the parallel path." Yeah yeah sure

Enola telling Cecily to dance with him and getting jealous when she goes up to Tewkesbury, going as far as to verbally spit idea of marrying Cicely in his face, him finding her, unchaperoned, in the library at midnight, waiting for a person that she feels the need to point a fire poker at as soon as the person walks in, and the only part of that sentence he focuses on when she reveals that the person is a male is to go "Him? HIM?! All of this over a man? What does he have that I don't??', and then as William walks in Tewkesbury looks at Enola incredulously, back at William as if to say "Are your standards really that low?"

Enola glaring at Cecily and Tewkesbury when she's at his house, eavesdropping on their conversation, rolling her eyes at the two of them, Tewkesbury being super flustered in the background about Enola possibly being jealous of Cicely and being interested in him, and finally confessing to each other in public, on the doorsteps of his house while she's wanted by the police

Peak romance

[ariadnethedragon]

Spreading Bellflower (Campanula patula): a symbol of gratitude, constancy, and romance.

ENOLA HOLMES 2 ━ 2022, dir. Harry Bradbeer

[queenofapeacefuldawn]

Enola: He's not my boy.

Eudoria, Edith, and Sherlock: He's not?

Tewkesbury: I'm not?

[fluffylavenderstormclouds]

Everything I loved in Enola Holmes 2 (feel free to add anything I missed)

“Tewkesbury” *said in most proud future brother in law voice*

THE SHERLOCK AND WATSON CAMEO (AND THEY WERE FLATMATES) (OMG THEY WERE FLATMATES)

“Nincompoop” “coward” *they love each other*

Pay what you can

*visits park in hopes of passing her*

DRUNK SHERLOCK

Hungover Sherlock (basically) : here enola take this week old half of a tea cake and go, toodaloo

No thoughts just Enola teaching Tewkesbury to fight and then kissing him

While we’re on that note, “teach me to fight” vs “teach me to dance”

Just Enola fighting for those who can’t the entire movie

#romanticallylookingovereachotherswounds

Maybe you could come check up on me sometime

The sibling bonding that we all needed

Tewkesbury being in awe and slightly terrified of his danger chasing detective girlfriend and future brother in law

Tewkesbury’s plant filled house

Enola being jealous over Tewkesbury’s potential love interests

[sagelovesbooks]

Holding Him.

Tag: Fluff, angst. No smut.

A/N: This is just a cute little imagine that popped into my head.

Summary: When Tewkesbury has nightmares, you're the one who's there to comfort him.

Tewkesbury couldn't breathe.



Every breath he took felt like the sheets were suffocating him and more as he tried to gasp for air quietly, not wanting to wake his lover who just happened to lay right beside him.

He tries to adjust himself, to no prevail, and instead finds himself in the kitchen, trying to quietly grab a pitcher for a glass of water.

His mother had always called him the clumsy one of the family.

The glass pitcher falls from its place on the shelf after Tewkesbury's fingers graze the glass and it shatters, making a deafening noise. The glass crowds around his feet as he stares down at it, his eyes burning.

Tewkesbury crumbles; the world feels as if it's caving in on him like he was back in the dream that haunted his mind as he sinks to the floor in defeat, squeezing his eyes in anguish.

He hears her footsteps grow closer, her almost completely silent gasp as she sees the mess that surrounds him.

He barely acknowledges her, too busy covering his ears, trying to get the pounding in his mind to stop as memories of the dream taunt him like a child.

He doesn't notice he's shaking until her hands touch his. He feels the tears start to fall as he hides his face in her shoulder, relishing each and every single touch of hers as a reminder that she's still here.

Her hands rub up and down his back like a pattern as he leans his weight into her, the height difference is forgotten as she holds him close, whispering sweet nothings into his ear as she feels her shoulder soak with his tears.

All he needs right now is you.

[frost-queen]

The moment I knew // part 6 (Reader!Bridgerton x Tewkesbury)

Forever tag:@missmelodramatic, @merlin-dahlia, @alex--awesome--22 @elllie-does-the-posts, @floatlosers, @merlieve, @queen-of-books, @glimmering-darling-dolly@denkisclown, @wildieflower, @meyocoko, @bubblybrianna, @justanothercoco@subjecta13-thefangirl, @m-rae23, @harleyquinnswifeyfrfr, @swampthing07, @melsunshine, @panhoeofmanyfandoms, @venomsvl, @the-uncoordinated-house-cat, @rosecentury,  @imagines-by-her,  @evilcr0ne, @vviolynn, @cayt0123, @powwowsworld, @yomamacrusty, @mileyy22, @omgsuperstarg, @helen06dreamer, @misscaller06, @l4venderia, @dracoflaco, @loliakeoghan23, @emotionaldamageemotionaldamage, @reallysparklychaos

Summary: What does one do when their heart is broken? Well your sister thinks making them jealous does the trick. Jealousy starts to crawl under Tewkesbury's skin hoping he hasn't lost you forever to another. What will his next move be and how will Enola play a part in this? [ part 1 & part 2 & part 3& part 4 & part 5 & part 7 part 8 & part 9 ]

Slowly your eyes opened hazily from the sun creaking through the curtains. Your eyes felt exhausted and dried out. Having cried out every tear you possessed. Shifting a bit in the bed with your leg, your knee bumped against another part of a body. Lifting your head off the pillow, you had almost forgotten that you had gotten in Francesca’s bed. The haziness of last night slowly dripping back into your mind with clearness. Benedict and you arriving home earlier than expected.

Hyacinth and Gregory were still awake playing cards as it wasn’t their bedtime yet. The moment they saw you, they got excited. Asking you questions about Tewkesbury and the dance as it made you cry even more. Benedict had to usher them away, sending them immediately to bed with their maids. He helped you up the stairs as you felt too weak to set foot. Half-way the stairs opened the door once more.

Francesca and Colin entering. Francesca ran up the stairs to you as you tore yourself away from Benedict opening your arms to her. She bumped into you, wrapping her arms tightly around you. Benedict and Colin sharing a saddened nod. Not wanting to sleep alone, you slept in Francesca’s room.

Francesca hummed loudly in her sleep turning her head in her pillow. – “Are you awake sister?” – she mumbled hardly understandable. – “No go back to sleep.” – you told her laying your head back down to stare at the ceiling. – “Liar.” – Francesca muttered with her eyes still closed. Your eyes flinched when Francesca’s hand fell on your face. Her fingers touching her way around your face. When a finger neared your mouth, you opened it to lick it.

Francesca groaned wiping her finger on your cheek as you chuckled loudly. The blanket shifted when Francesca pulled her upper body up, opening her eyes. – “Ha! So you are awake.” – she said. – “Only because you poked my face.” – you remarked back with a sly smile. Francesca poked your cheek to tease you once more. Unintentional a silence fell in between. Francesca looked down at the blanket, plucking a bit at it. – “How… how are you feeling?” – she asked batting her eyes up. You took a deep breath, pulling your knees up to your chest.

Resting your chin on your knees you rather not talked about it. Your answer was clear from your reaction. Francesca was at a loss of words, not knowing what to say more. She came sitting up as well, pulling one knee up to her chest. – “She wasn’t even that pretty.” – she spoke plucking at the blanket to keep herself occupied. – “She was in his eyes…” – you answered overcome with a sudden sadness.

Guilt nestled within your sister pulling her other knee up to her chest as well. – “I’m sorry…” – she said. – “I only meant…” – she went on wanting to apologize properly. – “I know.” – you answered. Francesca grabbed her pillow from behind her. You quirked your eyebrow questionable up when she started to strangle the pillow. Twisting it double with a clenched expression. Then she tossed the pillow at the wall, panting loud. You wanted to ask if she was okay but could tell she clearly was not.

Francesca startled you when she jumped onto her knees. – “We’ll show him what a fool he has been!” – she declared. She took your hands pulling you up with her. Both standing up on the matrass. Francesca started to jump the bed with you. – “We’ll be like Tewkesbury don’t you know what a fool you are. He’ll regret dancing with that simple girl and beg for your mercy.” – She called out of breath bouncing with you.

You started to laugh. – “Oh please miss Bridgerton take me back. I have been a blind fool.” – Francesca started to act out making you laugh even louder. The door swung open as Francesca and you grabbed for each other, screaming loud. Anthony sighed loud seeing the two of you clutched together out of fright. – “Out of bed. Come on, playtime is over.” – he ordered you.

Francesca and you got out of the bed standing still before it. – “Fran!” – Anthony pointed at the pillow on the ground. She nodded heading over to pick it up. While she was gone moved Anthony closer to you. – “I am glad you are feeling somewhat better sister.” – he whispered. Then he took his leave, leaving the two of you to get prepared.

Tewkesbury sighed loud, picking at his food with a fork. One hand resting against his chin. His grandmother happily feeding her dog a few bites of her breakfast. – “What is with the sour face my boy?” – she asked without looking up. Tewkesbury let his fork clatter onto his plate upon seeing the dog lick her fingers. His appetite suddenly gone. – “Nothing.” – he mumbled. – “Then sit up straight!” – she called out tapping her fork against his arm.

Tewkesbury lowered his arm, straightening his posture to her pleasing. – “You didn’t dance much last night.” – his grandmother began ripping a piece of her bread apart. – “Just once with that girl. Had no proper corset on.” – she couldn’t help but throw in as an insult. – “Enola.” – Tewkesbury answered. – “Yes that one.” – she replied munching on her bread. – “What was her last name again?” – she wanted to know.

The dog on her lap trying to steal a bite from some bread on her plate. Tewkesbury looked at the furball with some disgust. – “Holmes.” – he answered plainly not keeping his eyes off the dog. The dog was licking her plate trying to get closer to something to eat. Tewkesbury shuddered looking away as he felt more disgusted by the second.

His grandmother hummed loud with slight mockery. Tewkesbury sighed soft pushing his chair back. – “Where are you going?” – she asked loudly. – “Away.” – he answered going round the table. – “You haven’t finished your breakfast.” – she pointed out with her knife. – “I’m not hungry.” – Tewkesbury called out to her before stepping out.

His grandmother puffed loud. – “Not hungry…but we are, aren’t we darling.” – she picked up the dog to look at it. The dog barked once as she started kissing his fur. Tewkesbury went up the stairs, stopping halfway. Closing his eyes, it pained him to be haunted by the look in your eyes.

The moment his eyes fell upon you as he was dancing with Enola tore his heart right out of his chest. In that moment he knew he had made a mistake. Not sure why he danced with her. Was it because she asked? Still he could’ve denied her, but somehow he didn’t. – “Why? Why? Why?” – he asked himself patting his hands against his forehead to put some sense in himself.

Feeling as if he couldn’t breathe, he rushed back down the stairs. Making his way outside to catch some air. The house felt like suffocating him. Tightening the tie around his neck. Outside panted Tewkesbury loud to catch his breath. He caught his hand slightly trembling, making him grab for it. – “Are you alright?” – Tewkesbury jumped back hearing the sudden voice. There she was. Chestnut hair and a plain blue dress with mud stains at the hem of her dress.

“Miss Enola!” – Tewkesbury breathed out. Enola tilted her head to the side furrowing her brows. – “Are you feeling unwell? You’re brewing up a sweat Tewkesbury.” – she said. – “Don’t… don’t call me that Miss Enola. We aren’t last year anymore.” – Tewkesbury let her know. – “Sorry.” – Enola replied finding him stiff. – “My lord.” – she overexaggerated with a bow.

He sighed loud slightly shaking his head. – “How’s your grandmother’s dog?” – she wanted to know falling in step with him. – “Annoying as ever.” – he replied looking away from her. Enola hopped a bit, keeping her hands behind her back. – “You were rather quickly gone from last nights ball.” – She pointed out. He ignored her questioning not wanting to be reminded of it. – “Was it because I stepped on your toe?” – she spoke questioning idle. When she wasn’t getting an answer she started to press on with a dangerous remark.

“Who’s Y/n?” – she asked. Tewkesbury came to a sudden stop at the mention of your name. He turned firmly towards her. – “Don’t push it miss Enola!” – he told her with a glare. Enola puffed loud when Tewkesbury had gone off. Despite clearly getting under his skin, she followed him anyways. It wasn’t like she had many other people to be around. Tewkesbury sensed her presence, letting her tag-along just a step behind.

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“Are you certain about this? We can sit this one out if you like?” – Colin asked holding both your shoulders. – “I am certain.” – you replied. – “No one would hold it against you if you don’t go. There will be other balls.” – Benedict intervened. – “I am certain brothers, I am going.” – you told them. – “Y/n can’t sit out the entire season.” – Anthony called out with a pressuring glare at his brothers. – “Besides I won’t let the boy get a chance near her.” – he added.

Francesca came over to him elbowing him hard in the rib. – “Leave that up to Y/n if you please!” – she shot him a glare if he ever tried to intervene. – “I am simply looking out for you.” – he said dutiful with a small bow, looking your way. – “I am aware of that brother, but I must decide this for myself.” – you answered.

“Now shall we?” – Francesca cut through locking her arm with yours. The two of you went for the door as Benedict gestured for his brothers to follow. Anthony cleared his throat before going after you. Colin exhaled loud not wanting to think of any outcomes for tonight’s ball.

A warmth greeted you like an old friend, embracing you tightly. Benedict escorted you inside, Anthony and Francesca right before you. Inside let Francesca go of Anthony, pulling you away from Benedict. – “Sisters stay close!” – Anthony called out. He hurried after the two of you. Colin and Benedict going to fetch a drink. Francesca leading you closer to the side-line watching the dancers. – “You must dance tonight Y/n.” – she insisted upon giving you a nudge in your side.

Athony exhaled relieved when he reached the two of you. – “Please don’t run off.” – he begged. Francesca and you looked around. The room was full of eligible men. Each unique in their own way yet none of them were Tewkesbury. Sighing soft it bothered you how much it ached at you. How much you still wanted to bath in his presence. Feel his hands go up your spine. To stare yourself lost in his eyes. To fill your ears with his words and breath him in.

There was no denying the yearning inside your heart. You must have been staring at someone as Francesca nudged you hard. It made you blink yourself awake, seeing the young boy make his way over. You had seen him several times before your debut. Even talked to him once or twice as his older brother was acquainted with Colin.

“Miss Y/n.” – he said taking a bow. You curtsied back to him. – “May I have this dance?” – he asked offering you his hand. – “Now hold on.” – Anthony began as Francesca came blocking his way. She took your hand laying it into his palm. – “She accepts.” – she spoke on your behalf. With a little nudge from her, were you send off to the dancers. – “Fran!” – Anthony called out scolding her for neglecting his duties of scouting for a proper suitor for you. Francesca only rolled her eyes at him.

You and the boy went to the dancers to take your place when from the corner of your eye you saw a familiar figure push a way through. – “Miss Y/n!” – Tewkesbury called out pulling you to a stop. – “I…I want to dance with you.” – he breathed out. The boy you were with came closer to him. – “You must await your turn.” – he told him. Tewkesbury’s eyes could spit fire at the boy. You placed your hand in the boy’s hand, already half turning away from him till you went back. – “Oh before I forget.” – you said searching in your pocket.

Taking Tewkesbury’s hand you faced it palm up. – “Perhaps a squirrel would have better fortune with it than me.” – you spoke placing the acorn in his palm. Tewkesbury stared with wide eyes at the acorn you left in his hand. You took your position on the dancefloor as Tewksbury got pushed aside to make room.

The acorn felt warm in his hand, yet his heart had a cold shiver. Y/n, Y/n, don’t you go. His heart chanted. His eyes went up yearning to see you. Yearning to get lost in their beauty. He saw you on the dancefloor hop with the boy as he held you. Coming to a stop to twirl under his arm. Then grabbing him again to hop the other way with him. It was an upbeat dance full of fun and quirky dance steps. One he loved to have danced with you.

Y/n, Y/n, my heart and soul don’t you go. He could only think off. Seeing the smile on your face made the ground underneath his feet fall apart. Feeling himself fall down a rabbit hole. Turning madder by the moment. Y/n, Y/n, don’t you know I am yours? How much he regretting accepting to dance with Enola back then. How true his heart could connect with yours in that moment.

How you must have felt the same upon seeing him with Enola. Feeling a rage come up, he wanted to stab the boy. Watch him squirm and bleed. Oh how much he would enjoy that. A hand on his shoulder made him flinch, snapped out of his murderous thoughts. Looking to his right, he saw it was Enola. – “Do you want to dance?” – She asked. – “No!” – he answered rudely.

Her gaze went to the dancefloor seeing you dance with someone else. – “She looks like she is having fun.” – Enola answered. – “Enola shut it!” – Tewkesbury snapped at her. – “I was just…” – she started as he cut her off. – “No you weren’t! Just because you saved my grandmothers retched dog when it’s leash snapped doesn’t mean I owe you anything!”  - he snapped at her.

“Because of you I have mostly possible lost the only one I cared for. Because of you she is dancing with another when she was supposed to dance with me!” – he gestured firmly at himself. – “Now it is all coming down.” – he moved his hands desperately through his hair. Enola looked behind him to you once more. – “I didn’t know.” – she softly said feeling a bit guilty. – “Just stay away from me.” – he outed brushing past her. Enola lowered her head.

Tewkesbury forced a way through the crowd, seeing your brothers afar. He barely gave them a glance, wanting to get out. Ushering himself out of the estate. Outside he got in his carriage riding back home. Alone with his thoughts he could think about how he wanted his reunion with you to have a different outcome. He should’ve ran up to you at the first ball. Asking for a million dances with you and letting no one near your side.

Be stuck on you, never to be parted. Instead a show of kindness to someone else who saved his grandmother’s dog once, made his entire world crash down. Eyes watering he hoped for a change. A change that he could still call you yours. Perhaps he hadn’t been clear before, but it was now with the love he had for you. It was grander then he ever expected it could be.

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Enola Holmes and Tewksbury in Enola Holmes 2 (2022)

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ENOLA & TEWKESBURY in ENOLA HOLMES 2

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cherry pie.

pairings. louis partridge x fem!reader

summary. reader never would have thought about getting high until she seems to have lost all her morals in one night with a boy she had never met before.

warnings. swearing, underage drinking and smoking

ricky rocks. YALL PLEASEEE bare with me. you can probably tell this is an older story because of the format, but just disregard the first half, i know it’s the lower end of my writing. it kinda gets better 😬 (edit: this story is so mid, i’m just trying to clear my drafts)

the room danced with colors, so many colors and shades you seemed to have never seen before. unfamiliar with their cause and purpose, unsure why you couldn’t touch them; it frightened you with the way they moved around, the way they twirled around your head like little ballerinas.

you swallowed, dropping your head back against the grungy brown couch sat in the corner of one of the back rooms of connor’s house, a boy you found yourself calling on day after day for the past two months for fun, and by fun you meant sex.

but tonight, you hadn’t seen the boy for what you could count as hours. there were other things on his mind rather than a high off their ass you. other pretty girls with less clothing on their bodies and longer hair that was paid more attention to than your own.

you couldn’t care less at that point in time as you felt so deep in a haze, nothing could pull your attention. nothing, until the seat next to you sunk in from the pressure of bodyweight and another high body, seeing the same things you were seeing, feeling the same things you were feeling. 

he just had it more under control. 

“you going to stare at the ceiling all day, love?”

you rolled your head to meet the eyes of a crazed blonde with matching brown eyes. delight swirled in his irises while he looked at you with also dazed eyes, almost ceased shut from swelling of the high. you looked amazed right back at him despite sober you would have been disturbed, never seeing a person so out of their mind.

“who are you?” you stared at him, shocked. 

“your new boyfriend,” he wiggled his eyebrows, jumping and readjusting himself up against you, his arm now slinging up and over you shoulders. a new kind of energy swelling through his chest, “i say we go on a date.”

he stared in front of him focused full hearty, as if visualizing something at that moment. you squinted, looking to where he was looking as if trying to see what he was seeing, but not enough weed could put you on his level. 

“i say, we leave right now, get some pie, maybe some coke. whatever you like sweetheart, i’ll give it to ya.” “I think your sweetheart wants some space, jake,” your eyes looked from the boy who sat next to you, jake, to the boy who now stood before the two of you, an unimpressed look on his face. his arm reached out to jake, practically yanking him from your side. “alright pal, let’s go for a walk.”

you watched jake stumble into him, “but louis, she’s pretty.”

louis glanced back over his shoulder as he begun to pull jake away from the couch and toward the door, now really coming to your attention. his eyes raked you up and down before smirking a little bit, nodding to himself, “sure man, she is.” 

he begun to walk away with jake wrapped around his shoulder before you got up fast almost tripping over your feet, not wanting them to go, “wait, i want a pie.” 

he looked back at you and your disoriented self. your shoulders were slung low, making you smaller than you actually were. your hair was all staticky, hanging above your head like a crown, and your eyes; dilated and filled with innocence.

he smirked, looking you up one more time before nodding you over, cuing you to follow after him, his arm still holding jake to his toes.

the boy’s car was blue. louis’ car was blue. it was one of those old, nice, restored cars that must have been worth thousands. the interior had light brown leather seating that made noise every time you shifted and readjusted yourself due to the old springs lying beneath. it made you giggle as you sat next to him in the front seat, jake lying in the back due to him not being just high, but rather cross faded. louis had apparently found him completely plastered out of his mind once he had first arrived at the party, leading him to hand jake a blunt to finalize his out-this-world experience. it wasn’t smart, but it kept louis entertained to say the least.

louis had glanced at you multiple times as he drove through the silent streets. he seemed eager or maybe even a little irritated as he watched you bounce around, lacking the ability to sit still as your eyes darted everywhere, from street lights to stop signs to anything that’d fully occupied your vision.

“have you ever been high before?” he asked, stopped at a stop light with red lights shading upon both your faces.

“nope,” your eyes wandered across the ceiling of his car. you ran your fingers along the soft carpeted interior—strange, but very stimulating and soft—making you feel all fuzzy inside of satisfaction. “louis, i love you car.”

he chuckles lowly, directing his eyes back to the road, “a lot of people do,” his lips were turned upwards into a slight smirk. it made the fuzzy feeling in your stomach turn warm as there was something very satisfying about just the way he looked. “we’re here.”

your eyes flick to the front of you where your visions bursts with neon lights beaming from the large “diner” sign pinned against the small vintage looking building. you're quick to slip out of the car to the euphoric sight.

“y/n!"

you stopped in your tracks at the sound of your name, glancing over your shoulder where your eyes immediately find a group of boys congregating together with one single boy appointed to attention to you. 

louis. 

"hold on. give me a minute, guys," you watch louis from five feet away, brush his friends off despite the yearning looks of amusement on all of their faces, looking between the both of you. he’s far from bothered or just doesn’t notice; brushing them off before meeting you to where you stood.

it was a wednesday after school. the sweet sound of louis’ voice and sight of his captivating face was the last thing you thought you’d come across. it must’ve been a mutual feeling with the way he looked you up and down, all winded looking. 

"you're a hard person to find."

"you've been looking for me?"

"of course," he has a cigarette in his mouth.

"I almost didn't think you were real."

"of course i'm real, sweetheart," he grins harder at you. "that fucked up, were you?"

you snort. if not being able to remember half of what took place that night counted for being fucked up, you took the trophy.

"well, alright. i'll take that as you had a pretty good night."

"one of the best."

“good,” he grins, “that’s a rare occasion for girls like you.”

“girls like me?” you scoff, arching a brow. his sentence could easily be something taken for offence, but the lighthearted tone to his voice only proved he was looking to mess with you. 

“yes,” he laughs with you. “usually drinking is the only thing you’d catch a teenage girl doing for non-sober purposes.” 

you nod, agreeing, because he wasn’t wrong, “i’ve had a fair amount of experience with alcohol and let me just say, i’ll be steering clear of that for a while.” 

“ah,” he tips forward on his feet in amusement. “i could’ve guessed you’re a wild one with your liquor, y/l/n. make some questionable choices.” 

you feel your face heat up in thought, “i won’t say you’re wrong.” 

louis lets out a small huff of laughter, before pausing all movement. he stares at you for a moment with narrow brows, as if trying his best to read you, “you ever wanna smoke with me, just let me know, alright?” he patted your back before suddenly walking past and away from you. your back was to him now but you could hear pat pat pat of his feet in the grass.

you frown, your eyes finding the cracks of the sidewalk as you think of how brief and unusual that was. you feel a large hole in your chest of unfulfillment. 

“louis, wait,” you shifted around rather quickly as a reality hit you, but you didn’t make any moves to chase after him. he turned as well as if waiting for it. “you uh, you didn’t tell connor i was with you guys, did you?”

yikes.

that’s not what he wanted to hear. 

louis pinched the bud of his cigarette, nodding to himself, thinking contently to his answer before exhaling, a thick cloud of white swirling out into the air before your eyes. you feel dazed, still high from the days before, filled with such naïve joy and lost thoughts of things you couldn’t remember now.

he threw his cigarette on the ground, eyes meeting yours again, only they were hard now and filled with no light heartedness like all times before. and his voice wasn’t soft or full of amusement either but dry as he stared you dead in the eyes, “why, he your boyfriend?”

your teeth sunk into your bottom lip, your eyes not meeting his for a while until after you thought about your answer. and it was an easy answer, no, but it was never something you’d ever consider a question. 

“no, no he’s not.”

“you sure about that?”

“not my type,” you smile slightly, examining louis’ pale cheekbones and facial features, the cold of the weather turning his complexion slowly red. your eyes drag to reach his red chapped lips.

him, he was your type. 

“enough of your type for you to fuck him,” he gave you a pointed look as if he had caught you in the act of something, and almost immediately your cheeks burned, like you were caught for something you knew you shouldn’t have been doing. 

you didn't understand why or how he knew. louis was someone you didn't know at all and what you and connor did was something you didn't tell anyone.

"you're surprised?"

"yes."

"why do you care what he knows, let alone fuck him?" he doesn't say anything more on how he knows like you hoped he would. "if he's not your type?"

you bite into your bottom lip, wincing because you didn't know the answer to it, "I don't."

"but you do," he slightly smiles but it's only out of annoyance as his voice catches up to cut you off on your lie. "I think you do, y/n. and you just don't want him to know we kissed."

"your mouth tastes like cherry."

"so does yours."

fuck.

"no, louis..." you wince, immediately regretting stopping him. "that's not what I meant. he doesn't mean anything to me."

he scoffs, "funny."

he doesn't believe you. not even close.

"you know he has label on you."

"a what?" you frown immediately, taking a step forward out of instinct.

“i’m a fool to think you’d ever stop liking him,” he holds his face, running his fingers along the sharp lines of his jawbone as he thinks about his idiotic hope that’d you so fastly fall for him as you did with connor. “foolish to think you’d drop him over one night.”

you’re even more confused now, “it was one night, louis.”

“you act like there isn’t the possibility that i’ve known you even before that night, y/n,” he has a smile that comes on his face but it isn’t something genuine. it’s annoyed. “your jerkoff of a boyfriend isn’t as secretive about you as you think.”

“he’s not my boyfriend.”

he scoffs, “you keep saying that.”

“because it’s true.”

“do you know what he says about you?”

“obviously not, louis,” four steps forward, four steps closer. “you keep speaking of ‘labels’ and whatever, but why don’t you just say it. what does he say about me that is so crazy?”

he didn’t expect the sudden brief and assertiveness you pull with your movement and words. it knocks him into a slight revelation as all he can do is stare at you and breathing, memorizing this side of you. 

“did he say i was a whore?” that was the only possible thing that you could think of at that moment that could be so bad. “he tell you i was a slut?”

it’s silent. you watch him think and the way he unintentionally avoids your hard stare with the thought process.

“ask him yourself.”

**

“has anyone ever told you you have pretty eyes.”

you feel your face burn upon the comment. everything in your body felt as if was about to burst upon the simple company of louis. even though it had to of been hours since connor’s house, and the diner, and even dropping jake off at his own home, you still felt out of your mind in the best way possible. all of your sense were still high, but your vision was fuzzy and you felt lag in your movement.

how were you still high?

“you have,” you felt yourself giggle, to which he smiles with a tip of his head, watching you.

“cute,” his fingers rubbed against his mouth in thought before reaching to you. you felt yourself inhale sharply at his sudden movement and hold your breath once they reached their destination; raking through your hair. “how does he do that to you?”

“what?”

“nothing,” he shook his head, still twisting his fingers through soft strands of your hair. you feel yourself relax, watching him and the way he seemed so focused on just you. “you’re just very pretty, y/n.”

you feel your eyes slightly widen, but his face doesn’t shift at all. he’s calm, while you feel your entire body burst once more into heat. you’re itching to move, you can’t just sit still in that burning warmth beneath his stare. you feel yourself move, leaning forward on your knees so your lips meet louis’.

louis smiles against the pressure of your lips against his--he almost forgets to kiss you back because of it. 

almost. 

his hands rack up and down the front of your body, lightly pressing into the hold he had around your rib cage, as if willing to crush you beneath his grasp as long as that meant you wouldn’t leave. this contact isn’t enough even for you. you want to feel him all over and the heavy hands holding your body isn’t enough. 

you’re on his lap now, one of your hands holding the top of his shoulder while the other claps his cheek. louis feels as if his own body is about to burst beneath you... this is all he has wanted, for a while, and now that he’s got it, he feels it’ll destroy him. you’re ignorant to his feelings, but you feel just as feverish with your heart thump-thumping within your chest, as if speaking to his. 

“your mouth tastes like cherry,” your chest is heaving up and down as you pull away, your wide stare boring into his own eyes with something of delirium. 

he’s smiling wide, tipping his head back against his seat to see your face better, “so does yours.” 

now you smile, “i like you louis.”

he almost groans, rolling his head side to side at the sound of those precious words, “you’re killing me,” he pulls the sentence straight out of his mouth like it was sarcastic, but he meant it, “say it again,” he wanted it. 

“i like you,” you repeat, this time his hand is on your cheek. “please kiss me.” 

oh, jeez. 

he stares, breathless, “okay.” 

***

it was a week after your fallout with louis and you couldn’t think about anything other than that. you felt a sudden emptiness and need for something that you barely even had; louis. 

every little micro interaction you had with him ran through your mind like a record, over and over till you felt you were going to throw yourself off a cliff. and it wasn’t just the connor comment--which was something you really, really couldn’t stop thinking about--but the seemingly quick liking he had taken to you. 

it had caught you off guard, but the more you thought about it, the more curious you became as to the whole thing; which was what led you here; connor’s house, on a friday night where he was once again throwing. 

“what have you been saying about me?” you stood in front of him, connor, your vision narrowed as you stared at him, examining him as if his whole existence was strange. 

“what?” his confusion was genuine as this question was rather abrupt and you made no attempt to make introductions. 

“you know louis partridge?” 

connor looks between you and the people he currently stood with, confusion still reeking his features, “yes..?”

“what have you been telling him about me?”

“you want to talk about this somewhere else?” 

“i want a straight answer,” you feel his hand wrap around your bicep, pulling you away from his crowd without an answer from you. 

“which i can give you if you weren’t so vague... why are you talking to partridge?” 

“you got a problem?”

the two of you are stopped in front of a boy; jake. 

“no, man, i think we’re good,” connor pays him no mind, side stepping him fast with you still in grip, continuing to interrogate you. you ignore connor, watching jake the whole way you’re being pulled while he watches you. you feel as if the boy isn’t real, like he was someone you had made up when you were high, but there he was, staring just as shocked, but equally skeptical as you were pulled further and further from him. 

“are you listening to me, y/n?”

“what?” 

“i asked you what you were on about?” you’re now in an empty corner, secluded away from the rest of the party. “haven’t seen you in days and you’re on a tangent about a boy you barely know, what’s going on?”

you finally focus on him, barely processing the words he was putting in your ears, but you didn’t have to in order to hear the fake sympathy and concern. 

“how do you know louis?”

he shurgs, “see him every time i throw. gotta get to know my usuals.” 

“yeah, and how well have you gotten to know him?”

he shakes his head, feeling attacked, “why?”

“because i think it’s my right to know what you’ve been saying about me to him and whoever else,” the seal of your calmness breaks as you extend an arm out, ready to scold him for anything he was about to say. 

his expression drops in return, knowing any attempt to make you calm and make the situation subtle was out of his hands. connor knew you well enough to know you were too far into your frustration to calm you down. 

“what’re you talking about?”

but that didn’t mean he had to comply. 

“your new choice in men is obviously not working out for you. even they know i’m the best you’ll ever have.” 

“what?” your head drops forward, taken aback at the sudden escalation connor had taken to his approach in words. “what the fuck are you on about?” 

he smirks, pushing the red solo cup he had up to his lips, glancing around before looking back down to you, “why else do you think he lied to you about whatever it is you’re asking?”

“i can’t believe this,” you pinch the bridge of your nose, “pull yourself out of that goddamn lie before you make yourself look even more like a fool. what have you been saying about me?”

“i find it best you don’t lie about this one, mate. you have an audience of witnesses,” there’s a hand on your back and a voice intervening. 

the two of you focus to louis who suddenly stands behind you, daring connor to push it. the boy looks confounded looking between you, louis, and the crowd of boys behind him. he doesn’t know what to do within the corner he had backed himself into. 

“whatever, this is my own fucking party. i don’t need to do shit,” he shoves past all of you. you all watch him storm away, not looking back, leaving you all to yourselves in the dust. 

“let’s talk,” louis says immediately the moment you look up to him, nodding off in a random direction. 

you slowly nod, following him. 

“i didn’t think you’d actually ask him.” 

a laugh gets caught in the back of your throat, shaking your head at the ignorance as he opens the passenger door to his car for you, “yeah?”

“yeah,” he slides into his own side of the car. “but then again, what would i know about you?”

“a lot, apparently. more than i would guess,” you lean your head against the palm of your hand, staring at him carefully. “you gonna tell me what he said now?”

louis looks hesitant, not even looking at you anymore as he thinks on how to answer. he doesn’t want to answer, it’s that simple, but he owes it to you to give you something sense he was the one who told you in the first place. 

“when i met connor, he talked about you a lot. a lot for someone i barely saw. it was like every party he had something new to say or nothing new at all. as long as it was you he was talking about,” he smiles to himself, thinking of all the bragging and praising he had put into you, all for connor to just... “you were like a prize to him, y/n--until you weren’t. he called you easy, but you were his. he said he could walk you like a dog because he was the only guy you thought of.” 

you feel rage and annoyance fume in the base of your chest as he speaks. he can see it form in your eyes, take over any look of calmness or subtlety from before. you make a move to push yourself back and out the door but louis is quick to grab your arm, pulling you right back to him, only closer. 

“hold on there, cowgirl,” your almost in his lap. “you’re better than that.”

“am i?” you’re squirming, almost pulling from the grasp his grasp if it weren’t for how warm he made you feel.

“yeah,” he’s smiling at you. “why waste any more of your time with him anyways when you could just be here with me?”

you couldn’t help but fall victim to the pulling sensation on your lips to smile at him. you feel that fuzzy feeling creep up into your stomach at his stare like the first time you were both alone in his car and suddenly all your anger at connor melts away.

“only if you offer me cherry pie.”

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