The Fame Project - A Louis Tomlinson Fan Fiction - Sequel To TMABP

School's ended. Louis and the boys are in a worldwide famous boy band while Rosie is stuck in a rundown flat, studying at college in London. Things couldn't have ended more differently for the two. And things didn't end on the best note either...

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5. Bail Buddies and Kicked Out Of College?

Thank you for all your lovely comments! They mean so much to me and I'm so happy that you're still enjoying this book!

And sorry about cliffhangers. I'm like addicted to using those in my books... It's a habit haha.

You're probably all wondering why this story is called The Fame Project?

Well it's partly because the main plot of the story hasn't actually begun yet, I'm just leading into it. Everything will make sense soon so I really hope you're still enjoying the story and will enjoy it until then.

Comment below what you guys think is going to happen because I'd love to hear your ideas!

Anyway here's the chapter and I hope you like it! :)


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Chapter 5:


Bail Buddy and Kicked Out Of College?

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"Hello?"

"Niall.. I need your help," I simply spoke slowly and nervously into the phone, waiting for him to say something.

"Let me guess? You're in jail and you need me to bail you out." Niall sounded definitely disappointed on the other end of the line. I could also hear him sighing to himself.

"How did you know?" I barely whispered.

"Two reasons. One; you're all over the news Rosie! And two; Louis called Harry about ten minutes ago. He needs a bail-out too."

"Niall what did I do?" I asked, exasperated by the whole situation as I struggled not to bang my head against the wall again. I looked down at my outfit from last night, it was completely filthy and for the first time, I realised that I wasn't wearing anything on my feet.

"Do you really want to know?" Niall sounded as if he was struggling not to burst into laughter and I heard some rustling in the background for a moment.

"Yeah I do. I'm stuck in here, the least I want to know is why I'm here in the first place,"

"Well, as usual, Louis goes insane when he's drunk and apparently so do you. The two of you downed at least twelve bottle each and afterwards the two of you thought it'd be great fun to visit the pet shop down the street. Nobody knew where you were gone but you decided to let every single animal in the pet shop out of its cage and let it roam the streets. Louis found a stick somewhere and pretended to be a shepherd. Then you stole some food and laid it out on the road for them. When the police showed up, you both refused to get in the car..."

At this point, I was sure I was going to die of embarrassment. But I was almost positive there was more to this story.

"What else Niall?" I asked hesitantly, not sure if I actually wanted to hear the rest.

"You streaked.."

"I'm sorry, I what?" I was sure I had heard him incorrectly.

"You streaked Rosie. You took off all your clothes and ran away from the police. Louis had a pretty nice view too." If Niall was near me, I would have hit him but right then I was more interested in living in a hole for the rest of my life.

"Why do things like this always happen to me? What have I done?" I was pulling strands of hair from my head, due to the stress I was enduring at that moment.

"I don't know but Harry and I will be at the station in ten. Be good and stop getting into trouble! Oh and for the bands sake, please don't kill Louis."

"I wouldn't count on that.." In my head is was planning how to kill him without anyone noticing.

It couldn't be that hard right?

I could just get a replacement for him.

Oh who am I kidding? I can't kill Louis Tomlinson.

Niall hung up and I took a deep breath, hoping to release all the negative feelings I was enduring.

"He's coming." I told the cranky officer as I tried to pull down my dress. He smirked at me, obviously checking me out and I gave him a dirty look.

"You know you'd look better without all those clothes on." He winked at me and I felt like throwing up on him.

"Asshole!" I murmured, storming past him, to stay as far away from him as possible until the boys came.

Finally after hat felt like forever, the two boys I needed to see the most strolled in. Harry couldn't have smirked anymore or his face would have fallen off.

"Looking good last night Rosie!"

"I swear I will cut off your baby making parts in your sleep and sell them to Jenna!" I warned Harry, pointing a finger directly in his face. A look of horror spread across it and he backed away, mumbling a million sorry's.

"Where's Louis?" Niall asked, paying no attention to Harry and I.

"I still haven't seen him and I think it's better that way." I told him truthfully.

"Well you'll have to face him soon enough because I'm not sticking around here for too long." Harry commented.

"We're looking for Louis Tomlinson." Niall told the officer, sounding a lot more grown up than usual.

"Are you the one responsible for them?" He asked, eyeing me up and down again. I tried my best not to be sick and hid behind Harry.

I looked at his name tag and saw it read Dick.

Hmm...it suits him down to the ground.

"No, but right now I'm their only hope." Niall sounded pretty annoyed as Harry held in laughter.

"Right this way," Dick lazily stood up from his seat and lead Niall towards another group of cells. Harry and I chose to stay where we were.

"Niall's pretty pissed off with you two." Harry stated bluntly, looking through the missing person's posters.

"I know, but it's not my fault! I guess I just can't handle my drink very well.." I burst into laughter and Harry followed.

"Yeah.. Hey have you seen your mug shot yet?" Harry tried to recompose himself but quickly fell back into a hefty chuckle as soon as he spoke again.

"Oh my god no, I don't want to see it either!" I blocked my eyes out of horror even though it was no where near me.

"It's so going on my twitter when I find it.. Along with Louis'," Harry stroked his chin thoughtfully with a cheeky smirk spread across his face.

"Yeah very funny. Anyway how's the love life going for Mr.Styles?"

"I don't even know anymore Rosie. I haven't had a proper relationship since school and even then I was never good at it." He ran his hand through his hair, his brows furrowing together in thought.

"Well Hallie wasn't right for you Haz and I think you know that too. There's no point in living in the past over her. I'm sure she's moved on." I rubbed his arm affectionately but let go when I headers footsteps and mumbled voices coming towards us.

".. And you'll have to sign some papers before you leave. Then you should be free to go."

As soon as I saw Louis, my face softened slightly.

It's so hard to stay mad at someone when at one point in your life, you thought you loved them.

I mean I guess I had equal part in what happened too but he's always been able to bring this troublemaker side out in me.

"Here's their files," Dick handed two folders to Niall and Harry, each of them immediately beginning to look through them which I felt like protesting to. "Luckily no charges were pressed but they're on a warning."

I couldn't look Louis in the eye so instead I adverted my gaze to the wall.

"Oh my god look at you Rosie! You look high!" I grabbed my file out of Harry's hands as fast as I could and ran to the other side of the room, hoping for the sake of my dignity that it wasn't that bad.

I squinted as I tried to decipher whether to look or not. Finally I gave in and peeked.

"Oh my...why?" I couldn't figure out the words to say as I stared at the picture. My dress was hiked up even higher than ever and I looked like I had an afro. My pupils were dilated like I was high and I decided for someone reason to stick my tongue out for the camera. "I looked like I was on drugs!"

"That's probably not the smartest thing to say in a police station Rosie," Louis chuckled, adding in a cheeky comment as usual.

"Come on, we're going," Niall stated, grabbing Lou and I's arms.


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Something I had managed to block out of my head for the most of the day was Zach.

No doubt he had seen the news, meaning he knew about my mad night last night.

The boys had dropped me home straight away, saying they still hadn't recovered from their hangovers which was exactly how I was feeling. Louis and I didn't speak a word to each other for the duration of the car journey and I think it was best that way until we were both feeling better.

All I was worried about was seeing Zach.

The guilt was eating me alive. I was supposed to be spending my night with him, not Louis.

I decided I would wait and talk to him later as all I really wanted to do was climb into bed and sleep for the rest of my life.

Unfortunately that wasn't possible.

As soon as I slammed the door behind me, my phone began to ring.

I groaned, pulling it out of my bra as it vibrated. It was unknown number and it certainly wasn't from a mobile phone so I answered it.

"Hello?" I tried to sound as confident as possible although, frankly I was quite scared.

"Good morning Miss Moore. This is The Royal Academy of Dramatic Arts. I'm afraid I have some rather unfortunate news surrounding your place here at the university."

My heart stopped and I could feel my blood rush to my head. "Y-yes?"

"Well it seems that your assignments have been late, you've been missing countless classes and you seem to have gotten yourself into quite a predicament last night. We don't accept that kind of behaviour here. There is a waiting list Miss Moore and you don't seem to be taking your position here seriously."

"No, please! This college is the only thing I have. You can't kick me out," I couldn't believe this was happening to me.

"I'm sorry but were going to have to dismiss you from the college. We wish you the best if luck but for now please accept our sincere apology,"

I took the phone from my ear and slammed it against the door. I collapsed onto the floor and huddled into my arms, crying my eyes out.

What was I going to do?

I have nothing now.

No career.

No future.

No nothing.
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