(Basically Louis' tattoos at the top.)

The tattooed man runs a hand through his slightly dried hair as he leans against his flat's door, lit cig between his fingers. It's nearing towards eight and if the girl isn't here by eight sharp, then he is going to leave, no questions asked, that's it. He's actually being nice to her and if she isn't here by eight, then she obviously doesn't care that much. Although, to his utter, complete surprise, she actually gets here by eight, not even one second later.

Louis sighs and nods at her for acknowledgment, and Rania wonders why he never says hi or smiles or gives a friendly wave. Well, she has already guessed already that he's just not a friendly person in general. She wonders where he is from, how old he is and his whole past. Was it as messed up as hers or was it what a normal man would go through in his life. Rania looks at Louis and it's as if Louis sensed she was going to look at him, so they instantly make eye contact. Louis raises his eyebrows. Rania quickly takes out her phone and types in a question before showing it to him.

How old are you?

Louis furrows his eyebrows. "Twenty-four, why?" He says. Rania shrugs. She was just curious. She decides to make more conversation. The girl is going to follow Emily's advice about getting to know him and get on his good side so they can dance- better than her coach expects- together.

Where are you from?

"Why are you asking?" Louis questions her skeptically. It already seems like he doesn't like question asking when she asked, what (?), like two questions? He's very difficult. Rania sighs and shrugs before deciding to type again.

Just trying to get to know you.

Louis chuckles. "Why?"

Emily says it's better if we know our dance partners well. :)

"Emily? Blondie, right? I don't give a fuck about what she says." Louis laughs and Rania feels hurt by his words even though he's not even talking about her. She types in her angry response.

Don't talk about her like that.

"What? Why? I can talk about her however I want. You couldn't tell me otherwise, even if you tried." Louis says. And that. That hurt. A lot. Rania feels tears burn her big eyes and she bites down on her bottom lip to try and suppress the attention of her sadness. Louis doesn't seem to notice, or, knowing his attitude, doesn't seem to care.

When the two of them enter the cd shop, the smell of mold instantly fills her nose, and she cringes at the smell. The place is stuffy and hot, it is also very empty. Although, she is sure they have good selections of music, from classic to old time pop. Louis walks around slowly, inspecting all the cd's with his eyes but not touching them. She watches him, in anger, but also curiosity. One of her tears from before escapes her eye but she wipes it away quickly. She can't help but cry. He pointed out one of her biggest insecurities, the fact that she can't speak. Rania decides to look around herself, excitedly picking up cd's of her favorite composers such as Mozart, Hoffmeiser, and especially Beethoven. As she is stuck in her own little world of hearing the loud classical music she likes playing all the time in her head, her name is called by Louis. She turns back to him to see he is already looking at a cd. She puts the two other cd's away, leaving her with one, before rushing to the tattooed man. He shows her the cover with no expression on his face. She reads it quickly. It's an Arctic Monkeys cd. She's never heard of them before. Rania parts her lips, tilting her head in confusion. Are they good? "Ever heard of them?" Louis asks. Rania flickers her gaze up into his eyes and shakes her head quickly. "They're good, it's nice, you'll like it." Louis says, also wanting it for his own entertainment at "home" in his rented flat when he is bored out of his mind, which is a lot, or, better yet, everyday. Rania nods with a smile before showing Louis the cd she had picked up herself. The man furrows his eyebrows. "You want that?" He asks. Rania nods but at the same time shrugs before reaching into her pocket and showing him her wallet. Louis nods now and they walk to the cash register together to pay for their CDs. Louis pays his seven dollars for the album cd and Rania finds out her cd costs six dollars but she only has four.

"Looks like your two dollars short." The elder woman, who seems extremely grouchy to be working, says to Rania. She smacks her gum obnoxiously. The girl sighs heavily and nods before taking her money back in her trembling hands.

"Here." Louis says to the woman. The elder woman looks at him with judgment, but Louis, as always, doesn't seem to care, he just gives her the money and minds his own business once again, turning to look at the rest of the items in the store. Rania can't help but look at him skeptically, confused why the hell he just paid for her CD. She didn't need it she just wanted it, and she's pretty sure he knew that, so why'd he do that? Was he actually being nice? Yeah,he was, but why? He usually wasn't.

When the two of them exit the shop in silence Rania taps the man's inked shoulder. He tenses up instantly from her touch and steps away from her. "What?" He snaps, furrowing his eyebrows. Rania smiles, ignoring his sudden bitter attitude. She mouths a"thanks" to him, and Louis knows what she's talking about and weirdly he just shrugs silently and looks away. Theres probably more to him than he shows to a lot of other people. Maybe he just gets so tired of being rude, so, sometimes, he just has to be nice, and this is one of those times.

She still smells the strong scent of smoke on him, and a slight hint of colonge, it's like a signature scent of his. She can't shake that look the woman in the store had given him and he just disregarded it. All her life she was bothered by the judgmental stares she gets from people since she doesn't talk to them. She's been called rude, snobby, stuck up-when in reality-she is mute and all she really wants are friends. Nice friends and not ones that go behind her back and speak badly about her. She shakes her head quickly. That's in the past.

Rania takes out her phone and types in something she wants to ask him about. Maybe if she's persistent enough, maybe he'll "get tired of her shit," and finally break his walls, but she will never break hers. Rania taps him on the shoulder again-and in the silence-Louis sighs heavily, exaderatedlly. Rania manages to ignore it, pushes it to back of her mind, focusing on the nice side of him. He is able to be nice. Anyone is. He has a heart. He is a living breathing person, so he has kindness within in. It seems like that kindness is already up there, it's not hidden deep in his soul. So it may be easy to pull it out of him.

Have any friends?

"Yeah, why?"

I don't have a reason for every one of my questions, i'm just curious.

"Well you are really curious." He mutters.

Rania sighs shakily.

Are you nice to them?

"Yeah." Louis says.

Why are you mean to mean to me?

Louis runs a frustrated hand through his tousled up hair. Rania realizes it's eight-forty and she needs to be at the dance studio by nine when they reach Louis' door. The man crosses his arms over his chest and looks at her, his eyes full of all too apparent anger. "I'm nice to people who don't try to weasel their way into my fucking business, no, my fucking life." He says, before pursing his lips tightly. "Just because I bought you that stupid cd is so you wouldn't mope while we walked back here, but obviously you took that as a sign to talk to me more." Louis says, his voice genuinely angry. Rania instantly feels her eyes burn. She parts her lips. "You reek of desperation for attention, you should get that fixed." The man says before turning and walk inside his flat with the slam of the door and without another word.

She has to create a damn dance with this fucking bastard. Rania was never a girl to have a strong hate for people, only one person that was in her life. And that is her mother who verbally and emotionally abused her for years. Now there is another person on that hate list. Louis Tomlinson.

(Yeah, I hate Louis in this book A LOT tbfh. Lol. Bye.)