Louis's POV:

She started walking, and since I was a little bit behind her, I had a chance to take a closer look at her.  Her accent had been American, but there was a hint of something else in there, that made her r's roll naturally.  Her voice was quiet, melodic, almost musical.  Her hair was a dark, chocolaty brown and curly, it went down to the small of her back.  I hadn't noticed her eyes, but I figured they must be brown. 

She was wearing a cream colored beanie and dark-wash jeans, not skinny jeans, though.  Her jacket was long and a light grey, I couldn't see her shirt.  She was walking with her head up, but her shoulders were bent in such a way that told me she was tired, worn-down, maybe even a little bit broken, like me.

She kept walking for about five minutes, not looking back once, before suddenly veering left and opening a dark brown, wooden door.  She turned around, then, and I was surprised to find that her eyes were a vibrant, piercing green, almost like Harry's, but a lighter shade.  His were a dark, forest green, hers were a light, leafy green.  She smiled slightly, and then waved her hand to get me to follow her inside.  I walked in after her, looking around I found myself somewhere I never thought I would enter.

"A bookshop?"  I asked, confused.  She giggled slightly, and I found myself wanting to make her laugh again.

"Yes, a bookshop.  I've always found a certain peace in books, I never felt safe unless I had one with me or I was going somewhere where they had them.  I found that they always brought me comfort from life, from my mother.  I still feel the same way, so when I got to London last Thursday the first thing I did was Google bookshop locations."

She started walking again, leading me to a little corner with two leather chairs and a coffee table, all three very worn, but cozy in a way.  She went and sat down in one of the chairs, taking off her jacket to reveal a red and black plaid button down that was unbuttoned to expose a white tank top, and looked up at me expectantly.  I followed, rather hesitantly, and sat down in the other chair, bringing my legs up and curling into a ball in the chair.  She was sitting with her legs tucked under her, looking at me intently.

I met her gaze, unintentionally losing myself in it.  I noticed her eyes had tiny flecks of gold and blue in them.  Then she blinked and turned away.  Her cheeks were flushed a little pink, but I figured it was from the cold.  I decided to break the awkward tension filling the air.

"So why were you running?"  I knew she would understand what I meant.  She looked up at me, and I was stunned by the tears that were rapidly racing down her cheeks.  I had seen her struggle to hold them in earlier, and now it seemed that she had finally lost that battle, because she buried her head in her hands and started to sob.  I stood from my chair, knelt beside her, and pulled her into a hug.  She buried her head into the crook of my neck, and soon calmed down.  She pulled back, and I noticed that she didn't have raccoon eyes like most girls did after crying because their makeup ran.  Was she seriously not wearing any?  I snapped out of my trance before it became awkward, and then asked the question foremost on my mind.

"Was it a boy?"  She violently shook her head no.

"It was my mother.  I was in a great mood this morning until she called.  As she's getting older, her meaner side keeps getting more prominent, and her phone call this morning completely destroyed my self-esteem.  I just finished writing a novel, you see, that I have been working on for two years, and when she called me this morning she told me to stop working on it, because it was a waste of time and not worth anything, and that I should find a "real job".

I was staggered.  How could any mother tell that to their child?  I knew mine would never tell that to me, none of the lads mum's would tell that to them. 

"I'm sorry she said that, Rosanna,"  I told her.  "I would like to read your novel, someday when it's famous worldwide.  I bet it'll be the first book that I actually enjoyed."

I meant it as a compliment, but the compliment part of it went right over her head as her eyes widened in horror.

"You've never enjoyed a book?!"  The shock on her face was almost humorous, but this was obviously a serious topic to her, so I didn't laugh.  I shrugged.

"Nope, they just never appealed to me."  I replied, indifferent.  Her face hardened with determination.

"I am going to find you a book that you will enjoy, Louis Tomlinson, if it's the last thing I do.  And I think I know just the book."  She smiled and took off into the depths of the shop.

Rosanna's POV:

How could he have never enjoyed a book?!  Books were my life, it was my personal opinion that if people read more books that everyone would get along better.  I reviewed everything that I knew about Louis Tomlinson in my head as I searched the shelves.  I knew exactly what I was looking for, but it took me awhile to find it because I wasn't perfectly familiar with the place yet.  I found it, snatched it off the shelf and sprinted back to Louis, who looked up at me with an amused expression on his face.  I wordlessly extended the book towards him, smiling.  he took it, and examined the cover.

"Percy Jackson and the Olympians, the Lightning Thief?"  He read out, looking up at me questioningly.  I nodded emphatically.

"I fell in love with the series when I was fourteen, I still love them to this day, and from what I know about you, they fit your personality perfectly.  You'll love them."  I assured him.  He shrugged.

"Okay, I'll try it.  But do you have something to do while I start reading this thing?"  He questioned me.  I smirked at him.

"Louis.  I'm in a bookshop, and you're worried that I won't have anything to do?  I have a book in mind, that I will read while you get sucked into the wonderful world of Percy Jackson." 

I turned on my heel and disappeared from his sight, heading to grab a book that I had read before but hadn't touched in a while.  I went straight to the Star Wars section, grabbed Revan, and came back to find Louis with his nose in the book.  I chuckled quietly to myself before sitting down and getting lost in the world of the Old Republic.

Three Hours Later:

I was finishing up Revan, tears rolling down my cheeks.  I had forgotten how emotionally touching this book was, it made me cry every time.  I jumped when I felt a hand on my shoulder, looking up to see Louis looking at me with concern.

"Are you alright?"  He asked me gently.  I nodded.

"I forgot the fact that this book makes me cry every time until just now, when it made me start crying."  I told him, wiping my eyes, and tucking a bookmark in between the pages.  Then I looked up at him, smiling.

"How are you liking Percy Jackson?"  I questioned, pretty sure of the answer I was going to get.

"I love it!  It's amazing, I'm going to buy the book so that way I can read it on tour."  He told me, his smile reaching his eyes for the first time since I met him.  I regretted having to get rid of it, but I had a question I needed to ask.

"Louis, since I know you have to go back to your bandmates soon, do you mind telling me why you were so upset earlier?  You don't have to, I was just wondering."  I asked him and then backpedaled, not sure how he would handle the question.  His eyes went sad, and his smile faded, but he didn't start crying, luckily.

"Eleanor had just called me and broke up with me, I could hear a guy in the background, she was cheating on me."  He said it quietly, brokenly.

"Oh Louis.."  I sighed, standing up and wrapping him in a hug.  He buried his face in my shoulder, taking deep breaths before pulling back and smiling at me.

"Listen, Ro, I  have to get back now, but I really want you to meet the lads, and I want to see your novel, and I want to know more about you, so do you think you can come over to my flat later tonight?" 

He seemed so nervous while asking, it was rather comical.  I grinned, both at his nervousness and at his subconsciously giving me my most common nickname without my telling him.

"I would love to Louis, but are you sure the rest of the boys will want to meet me?"  I was a bit nervous about spending time with all four of them at once.  He nodded enthusiastically.

"Oh yes, they will love you!  The girlfriends will be there, too, so you will keep me from being lonely.  Here, let's swap numbers so that way I can text you my address." 

He pulled his phone out of his pocket and handed it to me.  I took it and handed him mine, before putting in my contact as 'Ro Boat', taking a nice selfie and putting it as my contact picture.  I handed his phone back to him, and he gave me mine, neither of us looking at the new contacts and just stuffing our phones in our pockets.

We walked to the front of the store, he bought his book, and then we parted ways, waving at each other before he caught a taxi and I started walking.  I got back to my hotel at around two in the afternoon, and gulped down half a pizza once my stomach reminded me that I hadn't eaten lunch.

A/N:  Hello everyone, I know that no one is reading this yet, and no I'm not insane leaving a note for people who don't exist.  Someday someone will be reading this, and I just wanted to say hello!  I love you all!!