The Marriage and Baby Project - A Louis Tomlinson Fanfic

"Rosie Moore. You will be partnered with....." He waved his hands around above a piece of paper while covering his eyes. JUST TELL ME! "Louis Tominson" I actually started laughing.
"You're joking right?" The whole class was silent apart from a few 'oohs' started by Zayn Malik. Another one of the populars. There's basically five boys I can't stand in this school. Harry Styles, Zayn Malik, Niall Horan, Liam Payne and the devil himself Louis Tomlinson. Now i'm freaking married to the guy. I've been partnered with my rival Louis Tomlinson in The Marriage and Baby Project...


9. Fighting and Secrets Revealed?


Rosie's POV:

"Hello?" He answered the phone completely unaware of what I had to tell him.

"Hey..." I replied nervously, my voice shaking and extremely squeaky.

"Rosie?" He asked probably confused as to why exactly I was calling him.

"Yeah..uh...I kind of remember what happened last night and i'm not sure you're going to take it very well..." I said trailing off as I scratched th back of my neck. I was now lying flat on my bed facing the ceiling thinking of exactly what Mr.Walter's could be doing with that footage right now...

I could get kicked out of drama, kicked out of school, arrested or worse he could have put it on online?!

"Look I don't care if we did 'do it' last night. It meant nothing." He said putting emphasis on the words do and it.

I groaned as I pulled at my face and looked over at the doll which I now despise staring at me.

"You don't understand Louis! The doll..." I was starting to get annoyed now but only because I was frustrated that I could be so stupid. Only bad things go down when you go to a party at Louis Tomlinosn's house.

"What are you talking about? Harry be quiet and in the name of all things good in this world put your clothes back on!" He shouted to Harry who I could hear was making sex noises in the background. Honestly whatever happened to maturity in this world?

There was a moment of silence where I couldn't even think how to form a sentence. He's going to flip.

"Rosie.." He was being more serious now and his voice had hardened. I let out a deep breath.

"The doll. It was in the car last night. Everything was recorded" I said nervously once again.

"So that's no bi-Wait...don't all the recordings stream automatically to Mr.Walter's computer..." Even though we were on the phone I could imagine Louis' wide eyes and paled face just as I was looking right now.

I nodded my head but realised he couldn't see me. "Yeah..."

I could sense the anger building up in him as the long silence lingered on and on. "This bloody doll is ruining my life. We've had it for a fucking day and all it's done is made my life a living hell!" He shouted through the phone.

"Louis calm down. Do you not think it's taking over my life too?! You had the thing for two seconds yesterday and it lost a bloody limb!" I was now starting to lose the plot. I could feel my face going red and my throat was hurting from straining my voice.

"You put it in the car and it filmed us while we were pissed!" He shouted back and I had had enough. I could hear Harry in the background trying to calm him down but that was doing nothing for me.

"Do you know what Louis?! Screw you! Maybe we were the best friends when we were kids but that was the biggest mistake of my life. You mean nothing to me.We were put together in this project, but that does not mean we're partners! And we never will be!" I screamed and hung up before throwing my phone full force at the wall causing it to smash the whole front of the screen. I didn't care though.

The doll started crying again and I could hear it getting louder and louder until it sounded like a banshee scream. I couldn't take it any longer.

"Shut up!" I roared at the doll and the crying only continued.

I buried my face in my hands and began to think things over. Maybe I don't have Louis to help me but I can still get a good grade in this project. It will be like divorced parents? I'll just drop the doll to his house later on.

I walked over to my wardobe and slipped on a pair of Hollister tracksuit bottoms, a white tank top and threw my hair into a messy bun. I definitely didn't look like a supermodel anyway...

The first thing on the list was to finally wash this thing. It was actually starting to stink out my room and it was making me literally sick.

I took the nappy of it and realised it had left me a nice little present. Luckily pretend poo didn't smell or I would have been gagging. I quickly threw it in the bin and went over to the sink in my bathroom to fill it with water.

I poured some random soap in and decided it looked as much like a bath as I was going to achieve and placed Louise in. She had finally stopped crying and I was extremely thankful for that.

Pieces of rotten sandwhiches and pizza slices fell off into the bubbly water and I had hold back the sickening sensation in my throat. Finally I decided on wearing a pair of rubber gloves and a peg on my nose.

As I finished washing the doll I began to try and think of any good things actually coming up.

Well I guess there's auditions for the school play. Of course i'm trying out for the lead but who knows if i'll get it after last night. We're doing Grease. I've always wanted to do that one. Playing Sandy would be a dream of mine. 

I rewrapped the baby's foot in tape because the old tape was ruined and I dried her quickly before putting another nappy on. 

Step two. Feeding Louise.

Now don't ask me how you feed a doll...i'm just going with the flow here. I barely know how to feed a real baby let alone something that doesn't even having a moving mouth.

In the end I literally shoved the food into it's mouth which probably doesn't sound like the most motherly thing to do but seriously what does our teacher expect?

"Yes little Louise eat up now darling" That's what Mr.Walters wants to here, this is what he's getting...

"Just swallow the damn food!" 

There's a slight difference...

After unsuccessfully cleaning, changing and feeding Louise I decided I definitely need a break. I still hadn't eaten all day but I honestly wasn't ready for my lecture yet. 

Instead I grabbed my half-broken phone from the floor and unlocked it checking for any texts, tweets or notifications.

As usual I had tweets and notifications but I wasn't really arsed to check them. Instead I went straight to my texts.

The first one I opened was from Mackenzie. I completely forgot about her. I know that sounds bad but I did. I don't even know where she ended up last night.

Hey Rosie! I ended up hooking up with Zayn last night after the party. He's such a nice guy and we definitely hit it off. What happened with you and Lou? ;) xxx

I groaned at the last part of the text. Everyone remembered that but me and him? We must have been really pissed...

Hi Micky :P I knew you two would end up together. You obviously had a good time in that closet ;) Abd oh god I don't even want to talk about it.. D: xxx

I exited my texts with Mackenzie and checked the rest of my inbox.

Of course there were a few drunken texts from some of the lads and even a few from the girls too...

I'd rather not mention them as they're a little dirty to say the least.....

There was one form an unknown number so I quickly opened it.

Hi Rosie it's Harry. Lou gave me your number I just wanted to see if you're ok? :) 

I couldn't help but smile at that. Why would Harry care? But more importantly how the hell did Louis get my number?

I shrugged it off and decided to reply to Harry and save his number for future reference.

Hey Haz :) I'm fine just a little annoyed is all and extremely tired and hungover -.- 

I pressed send. I answered a few more from Jason and a few other friends. I told Mackenzie what happened and all she did was laugh. Supportive friend I have right there...

My phone fell off the bed accidentally as I was just about to drop asleep which immediately woke me. I jolted awake and jumped off the bed to grab my phone.

As I retrieved my phone I noticed something that I certainly hadn't seen in a while...

I pulled the dusty old pick plastic box from underneath my bed. I opened it up and saw the photo's, souvenir's and old jewellery all from when I was a kid.

It was my memory box. Every keepsake I have was kept here from my childhood. 

I pulled out a few photo's and began to look at them as I was now fully awake.There was a picture of me when I had just began to crawl, when I took my first steps, when I got toilet trained (not embarrassing at all), when I lost my first tooth. There were literally hundreds of them but one caught my eye.

My first day of school...

I was dressed in my little school uniform as I had to wear one in primary school. I wore a wine wooly jumper which itched like hell, a grey pleated skirt, grey knee socks, black school shoes, a blue shirt and my Dora The Explorer schoolbag.

My mum had taken practically the whole morning getting me ready and plaiting my hair to perfection. I have to admit I looked pretty darn cute...but there was another cutie beside me.

Louis Tomlinson. Sweet, innocent, cute Louis Tomlinson. 


"Come on! Just one photo! Please?" Louis' mum Jay begged the two of us who were too excited to even stand still let alone pose for a photo. 

"Mum!" Louis groaned dragging out the word as he stomped the ground in protest. I started giggling at him and he shot me a glare.

We were the best of friends. Inseparable. Our mum's always joked about us getting married. Things happened...we were no longer friends from then on.

"Just stand beside each-other for one photo! Louis put your arm around her!" My mum told him gesturing his arm to my shoulder. I rolled my eyes. Yes I even rolled my eyes when I was five. 

We both reluctantly agreed and showed our toothy smiles for the camera. I had lost my two fron teeth so I looked like some weird mentally challenged child when I smiled.

After we took the photo we entered our classroom stuck at the hip. It was the best first day someone could ask for...until people pulled us apart..Lou changed.


When we moved to high school we pretended we didn't know each-other and went straight to hating.

I felt a stray tear escape my eye and drop onto the photo. Probably one of the last happy memories I shared with him...




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