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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6. Lowest Of The Low and Abusive Visitor?

Thanks again for all the lovely comments and votes for the last chapter! It means so much to me and it was also really interesting to hear about what you thought was going to happen in the story! :D

I feel like crap at the moment so I'm not really in the mood for writing too much drama haha so this will probably have some Rolou (Rosie and Louis) moments in it :)

IM IN SO MUCH PAIN :'(

Here's the chapter anyway and I hope you like it!

Oh and I'm gonna put a vote limit on this chapter because it'll give me more time to write so ill add a new one when (if) I get 100 votes :) xx


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Chapter 6:

Lowest Of The Low and Abusive Visitor?

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"What am I gonna do.." I mumbled to myself, running over the last few moments again and again in my head.

That college was going to get me a job.

Something that would earn me money.

Right now I'm living on the bare minimum and I honestly don't think I'll be able to last much longer.

I shuffled into the living room, immediately slumping down onto my sofa. I sighed and groaned as loud as I possible could before turning on the TV.

Time to see what they're saying about me.

As soon as the television flashed into life, the news appeared in the screen and no doubt about it, there was a picture of Louis and I.

"One Direction member, Louis Tomlinson and and an unidentified mystery girl were spotted climbing into - would you believe it, police cars! Yes, you heard it right! The two appeared to have gotten themselves into a spot of trouble after breaking into a pet shop, obviously heavily intoxicated, and freeing the animals. The authorities were immediately called by the owner but the girl then unbelievably began streaming around the streets of London. What type of girls are you getting involved with Louis? I think we suggest you stay away for-" I couldn't believe what I was hearing. I shouted nonsense at the screen in anger and threw the remote against the wall.

Could this day get any worse?

Oh wait it can.

I always knew how big the boys' fan base was and I also knew how possessive they were of the boys, meaning I was certainly in for a shit load of hate.

But I've never been the kind of person who can ignore something that I know is there. I'm just not. So I had to look.

I grabbed my nearly broken laptop and logged onto twitter.

I knew what I was getting myself into but I just couldn't resist.

The first things that caught my eye was probably the most hurtful. The seventh most trended topic worldwide was 'Louis And The Slut'.

You probably know that I don't contain my anger very well but this time I just.. I broke down. I couldn't take it anymore.

I read through hundreds of tweets, nearly every single one of them negative.

'Who's the slut with Louis last night?'

'How could that bitch put my Boobear in jail?'

'Who does she think she is coming into his life and getting Louis into trouble.'

'Stupid slut should go die. She doesn't deserve to be near him or any of the boys.'

I felt so worthless reading through what everyone was saying.

They didn't know me.

They knew nothing about me.

Why would they immediately judge me like that?

I began doing what I used to do a lot when I was younger. Back when Louis and I were fighting when we were in primary school, I used to cut.

Sometimes it got pretty bad but I found a way to deal with it.

But that doesn't mean that I don't think about it sometimes. I lifted up my wrist where the extremely faded scars were and ran my nails along it.

I dug them deep into my skin and dragged along. I didn't do it hard enough to reach blood but for even a millisecond it helped me forget that at least seven million people hated me.

I turned my head back to the laptop and saw a new tweet appear.

I was in tears so my vision was blurry and my wrist was sore but I managed to make out the letters.

@Louis_Tomlinson: I'd appreciate if you all stopped the bullshit remarks about my good friend @Rosie_Moore you know nothing about her so don't judge by what you saw last night. It was a mistake.

A smile spread across my face at the sight of his message and I immediately regretted my actions. I looked down at my wrist and saw the nail marks drag across my arm.

It only takes one tiny thing to trigger me and I guess it's when I don't release my anger.

I lay my head on the edge of the couch, letting everything just pour out. The tears began to blur my vision even more than they already had and soon I was forced to shut my eyes, making the salty droplets pivot down the side of my face.

I didn't bother to wipe them though.

I felt so alone at that moment.

Louis can defend me all he wants but that doesn't change the fact that I have no future.

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Before I knew it, I had fallen asleep and the sound of the door unlocking awoke me from my slumber.

I opened my eyes and soon regretted it as it's never a good idea to fall asleep while you're crying. It only causes your eyes to turn bloodshot.

"Rosie?" The soft, caring voice of my old best friend greeted me.

I felt the couch dip down and a gentle hand brushing the start hairs from my eyes.

"Louis?" I asked unsure. For all I knew, I could have been imagining it.

"Yeah it's me. I came to check on you. I'm so sorry about the fans, I really am. They don't mean to be that way you know," I know how Louis is. He sticks up for the ones he loves no matter what it takes.

"How did you get in?" I asked, ignoring him completely and sitting up straight, rubbing the sleep from my eyes as I did so.

"Spare key," he dangled it in front of my face as Karmen had done just the day before.

"I really need to hide that better," I mumbled to myself. "But what are you doing here?"

"I wanted to come check in you. I was worried, I know how you get when you've had a bad night. Things like this could make you crack," he had no idea...

"Yeah well the hate was only the icing on the cake Lou. Things went from bad to worse the moment I walked in that door," there was this tiny distance that Louis and I had between each-other. It was awkward but also territorial at the same time. Like we were protecting ourselves.

"What are you talki-" Louis was cut off by a slam of the door.

Great another visitor!

"Rosie! Get out here!" I knew exactly who had arrived. I trembled with fear as I remembered the last time he had come home like this.

Zach was drunk.

I leaped off the couch although I had never felt so scared as I left the room leaving Louis utterly confused.

Before I even let Zach say anything I began to speak as I didn't want to him to do something stupid. "Zach listen, you're drunk ple-"

"No you listen, it's about time somebody put you in your place," his words were slurred as he spoke, convincing me even more that he was drunk along with his stern pointed finger directly in front of my face. I stayed silent, my whole body shaking as he came closer to me, his intoxicated breath filling the air. I felt sick. "You're a slut Rosie and the whole of bloody London knows it after last night! Do you have any idea how bad that makes me look? That my girlfriend is a complete-" Zach paused as I heard Louis make a silent appearance behind me.

I turned to look at him, my eyes already filled with tears.

"Oh would you look who it is. You're partner in crime. Isn't that just lovely," Zach took a strand of my hair, wrapping it around his finger, making me extremely uncomfortable until he tugged it as hard as he could. I yelped in pain, placing my hand over the tender spot on my scalp.

"Get away from her," Louis warned and I could tell that he was trying to stay calm.

"Or what?" Zach sneered, stepping closer to me.

This wasn't the first time Zach had been like this. It stopped for a while and I thought he was over it. I guess he wasn't.

He can't control his anger and he used to take it out on me. I was his punch bag you could say.

Zach raised his fist towards Louis and I shook my head furiously, tears spilling from my eyes. "Zach please don't," I begged, raising my hands in front of his face.

"Let him do it Rosie. See how much of a man he really is," Louis challenged, keeping his stand tall and narrowing his eyes.

This is typical Louis. Stubborn as fuck.

"Oh you want to see a man?" Before I knew what was happening, Zach raised his hand once again and instead of Louis, I received a blow to the side of my face.

I immediately fell to the ground, my eyes widened in fear and shock. I looked up at Louis who too looked to be in a state of horror.

"You asshole!" I shouted at him, holding my hand to my roaring red face. I took my fingers away and saw the blood that was pouring from my mouth.

The anger appearing in Louis was clearly visible. His face had gotten redder, his fists clenched tighter and his eyes the darkest I had ever seen them. I shook my head, mentally begging him not to do anything he would regret.

Zach was strong and I obviously knew that.

"You think it makes you a man to hit you're girlfriend or any woman for that matter?" Louis asked, trying to keep his breathing at a steady rate.

"She doesn't count," Zach simply replied, keeping his stance.

"I'll have you know that Rosie is more of a woman that anyone you'll ever know and she's the best thing that will ever have happened to you. You just lost someone special," Louis looked as though he was about to leave it as he walked towards me, his arm outstretched to help me up. he was going to let it go, that was until Zach spoke again.

"What do you mean lost? That bitch isn't going anywhere," Louis paused, he gently dropped my arm and stood back up.

"Insult her one more time," Louis challenged once again, pulling up his sleeves as he did so.

"Oh what a strong one! Well here it goes. She's a slut, a whore and deserves to be put in her place. She deserves to die," that had done it.

I was used to hearing this. Well I used to be, he stopped for a while and I actually thought we were getting better. I guess not.

He had brainwashed me to think that I was no better than a piece of trash. Something Louis had always done the opposite of and he wasn't even my boyfriend.

As soon as Louis heard those last four words, he cracked. Telling someone to die just made his insides boil.

He lifted his fist and immediately it collided with Zach's face, stunning him to unconsciousness.

I sat there, my mouth agape and my whole body trembling as Louis stood there staring at his fist.

I had never seen him so angry.

He turned to look at me, a look of sympathy and sadness in his eyes.

"I'm so sorry Rosie."




So what do you think? Did you think Zach was really like this? Tell me what you thought in the comments and vote if you enjoyed it :) thanks guys! Xx
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