Diamonds are Forever

“Okay, see you three later!” You grin kindly at the three average boys staring back at you from your computer screen, despite the fact they were complete perverts and spent the whole five minutes you were on chat with them, asking for you and your friend to take your shirts off. “Why is Omegle so fucking seedy?” You groan as you wait for the next video to load. You were sitting with your friend Elleanor and as you did at every sleepover you had, you went on Omegle. Yes, you had to skip thirty guys who had the camera focused on their nether reasons, but then you’d find them. The guys who were cute and had incredible smiles that made you giggle like you were thirteen, the guys who were funny and flirty and when you told them to fuck off when they hinted you show your boobs, they laughed and continued talking to you like normal guys. They were far and few between, but it was worth it. You’d talk to them for ages, get their Facebooks and never talk to them again- it was a ritual of sorts. So here you were, sitting in a navy blue singlet and pajama shorts at two in the morning with your curly haired friend searching for some early morning entertainment.

“Hey!” You sit back a little as their voices yell out around you and Elleanor lets out an enormous laugh. In front of you are two guys without shirts on and Winnie the Pooh masks covering their faces. Your eyes linger on the chest of the second boy, the one to the right whilst Elleanor is transfixed on the other,

“Take the masks off!” You giggle, desperate to see the mystery boy’s face, hoping it matches in gorgeousness to his torso.

“Take your shirts off!” Giggled the one Elleanor was staring at and your eyes narrow,

“No, fuck off,” you begin to say but the second one hits his friend hard over his head, causing it to slip down slightly to reveal a thick mass of chocolate brown curls,

“I’m totally kidding! I promise!” The boy with the curls defended himself and Elleanor’s eye were narrowed in her confusion, “you okay love?” he asked and Elleanor shook her head,

“You seem sort of familiar and I don’t know why, can you take your mask off?” The boy with the curls, who had the piglet mask on, shook his head,

“Nope!” He giggled cheekily, “so, what your name gorgeous?”

“I’m Elleanor,” your friend giggles and you can’t help but roll your eyes,
“What about you?” You notice pooh-bear is talking to you, “what’s the beautiful name to fit the beautiful girl?” feeling your cheeks burn, you attempt a suggestive wink but end up making Piglet and Elleanor snort unattractively with laughter whilst Pooh just sits there patiently. You wish you could see his face, or even just his eyes to rest the strange feeling in your stomach that you know these two boys.

“Maddy,” you smile and Pooh sticks his hand out towards his camera,

“Lovely to meet you! What are you girls doing at this time?” You’ve already noticed their accents, Pooh’s a thick, Doncaster one that sends your heart into a frenzy with each word he speaks. Both boys are English and you know that just from Piglet’s voice Elleanor is smitten.

“We are being bored! What about you? And where are you two from anyway?”

“England!” Cheered Piglet and Elleanor just giggled, causing you to once again roll your eyes, “but we are in Australia on… holiday…” piglet says the last word a little hesitantly but you shake it off,

“You two are from Australia?” you nod, turning your attention back to Pooh and the temptations of his bare chest. Shaking the awfully kinky thoughts from your mind, you realise he asked you a question and Elleanor is two busy ogling Piglet to answer,

“Oh, uhm, yea.” You smile, but Pooh just clicks his tongue disapprovingly,

“Were you just perving on my chest, Maddy?” Elleanor lets out a shrill laugh, causing Piglet to soon follow as your cheeks turn a dark crimson,

“No! I mean, well, yes but you’ve got it out for everyone to see! Stop being such a tease Pooh!” You laugh awkwardly, mortified you’ve just been caught out, “no worries babe,” Pooh giggles and your lips form a wide smile,

“Hey Elleanor, do you have Skype?”

“Yes,” Elleanor says a little two quickly causing Piglet to laugh. She types it into the chat box then grabs her laptop and logs onto Skype and waist for the request to come through. Piglet who is also now on his laptop leaves you and Pooh to chat,

“So why are you still up? Surely you have better things to do on holiday at two in the morning, how old are you?” You ask confidently,

“Twenty and no, not really, plus if I did I wouldn’t have met you,” his voice was so full on sincerity it made your chest ache, despite the fact he could be a potential murderer or psycho. “What about you?”   

“I’m eighteen and no, Elleanor and I just got back from a concert and this is sort of a ritual for us,” you giggle, knowing that admitting going on Omegle is a habit of yours is really embarrassing and not something to be proud of,

“Oh! Well then I,”

“Maddy,” Elleanor’s voice is choked and you spin around to face her. She’s holding her Mac so it’s facing you so you can see the scream and your eyes widen,

“Hey Maddy!” You did recognise the boy for good reason. Those curls weren’t just any curls, they were the curls.

“Those cheeky buggers,” laughed Elleanor, keeping a surprising amount of control despite the fact she is on Skype with Harry Styles. Wait… You spin around to face your laptop screen and see Pooh tugging at his mask to reveal light brown, scruffy hair and those incredible eyes you’ve dreamt of for so many nights,

“Hi Louis,” you laugh and he grins at you,

“Hello,” you can’t believe this. Of course, they were in Australia; the concert you went to just a few hours ago was theirs. “Where do you guys live?”

“I live like five minutes from the centre of Brisbane, so does Elle, we were just at your concert!” You laugh and a look of smugness spreads across Louis’ flawless features,

“Then since you girls aren’t really busy right now, want to hang out?” Your chest falters. Louis is looking right at you, those eyes focused on yours and you nod slowly,

“Yeah, sure,” you say breathlessly and watch Louis’ face light up,

“Excellent!” He yells a little two loudly and you can hear Harry who is now out of the picture, laugh at him. “oops!” he giggles, eyes still on yours, “we can send someone to pick you up and,”

“Nope!” You hear Elleanor yell and she starts dragging you up, “I’ll drive! Maddy, give Louis your number and get him to text you the address.” The way she says Louis with so much disbelief makes this moment so much more surreal for you,

“Yes, give me your number,” grins Louis unashamedly and you feel your face heat up once more as you type it in and click send, “excellent, see you soonish then!” You nod, grinning,

“See you soon, Lou.”

You close the laptop lid and spin to Elleanor. Leaping up you pull each other into an embrace and start screaming.

“Oh my fucking god, Maddy!” Elleanor yells out and begins running over to your wardrobe, throwing things out and then begins rummaging through her own bag she’d brought with her from her Uni accommodation. Of course, you needed to get changed, you were still in your pajamas. After hastily calming down you decide to pull on a loose, casual cotton dress that looks absolutely gorgeous on you and you quickly apply a light amount of makeup whilst Elleanor chooses her own outfit. She goes for a pretty dress as well, one that makes her tits look flawless and you guys sprint down the hallway of your apartment block and to the elevator. You realise your screaming probably would’ve pissed off your already moody neighbors but ignore it because you are meeting up with Louis Tomlinson.

You check your phone and see Louis has messaged you the address and type it into your phone and begin yelling directions to a very flustered and excited Elleanor. When you reach the spot ten minutes later, you pull up outside a beautiful hotel. You text Louis, we’re here x and hop out of Elleanor’s classic VW Beetle and walk calmly towards the lobby. It’s two fourty in the morning, not exactly a normal time so when you reach the front desk, the exhausted looking clerk looks at you strangely and realise that this could be a difficult thing to explain when you feel hot breath on your neck and hear,

“Hey, Maddy,” you spin around and grin up at Louis. He’s quite a bit taller than you, but in his loose shorts hanging on his hips and the baggy V-neck t-shirt he looks amazing. Better than you could ever imagine. You grin up at him and he pulls you into a huge, much to your surprise. Craning you neck slightly you see Harry tugging on Elleanor’s hand, pulling her towards the elevator, “come on love, there’s a party to be had! And by the way,” Louis steps away, his hand in yours, and glances down at you, “you look beautiful.” Your breathing stutters as you grin back manically,

“Thank you,” you giggle and he just winks back and begins tugging you in the direction Elleanor and Harry disappeared to.

“You really do look gorgeous Maddy,” whispers Louis and he steps closer to you in the elevator, your chest rising and falling rapidly. As he moves closer, his hands slide over your waist and he leans forward, resting his forehead against yours. You can’t help but smile and realise that this is more than you could ever dream and hope for and the moment really isn’t one to be missed out on. Reaching up, you cup your hands around his face, the slight stubble on his cheeks tickling your hands as you crush your lips to his. He kisses you back, with so much tenderness yet desire it makes your head spin. Tightening his grip around you, he grabs your legs and lifts them so they are wrapped around his middle and you kiss passionately as you wait for the lift to open. As it does, Louis stumbled out of the lift, all hot and bothered but glances up and swears quietly, laughing. Craning your neck you see Elleanor with her legs around Harry, stumbling through the door of his hotel room, a tangle of lips and legs and you can’t help but laugh,

“What a slurry,” you giggle then turn your attention back to Louis, who is staring down adoringly at you,

“Fuck your beautifully,” he says in awe and your lips curve upwards,

“And you’re perfect, now,” you pause, whispering to him and you feel Louis shiver slightly as your lips brush his ear, “let’s get you out,” you reach down and gently tug at the bottom of his t-shirt, “of this.” Louis presses his lips against yours again, hungrily then mumbles,

“Abso-fucking-lutely, babe.”