Constant | Louis Tomlinson

[ COMPLETED ] ** CURRENTLY UNDERGOING EDITING DUE TO AMATEUR WRITING AND MISTAKES ** ||||| Tarin was a typical girl. She was enjoying her last year of high school, with her few close friends. She had never thought much about boys, she focused on her academics. With graduation only two months away, and university starting in four months, she had all her focus on her future career, that was until she met this boy. This boy who was like no other. This boy who would steal her heart. This boy who would change her life forever. ||||| Warning: There are scenes of sexual content, foul language, self-harm, drug use, underage alcohol use, and violence in this fan fiction. ||||| Louis Tomlinson ||||| Also can be found on wattpad, where I follow back

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  I open my eyes, sighing heavily while running my hand over my face. My alarm is blaring in my ear incessantly. Mornings. I was not one for mornings. I take another sigh before rolling over and switching the infernal noise off. Rubbing my eyes, I looked at the time displayed on the small machine: 8:15. It was time to get ready for school.

I use a tired hand to pull the warm comforter off my body, immediately reacting to the cold within the room. I sit up in bed and rub the remainder of sleep out of my eyes. My eyes felt too tired, just as my body did. I don't know what it was about last night, but I just couldn't seem to fall asleep.

I laid in bed last night thinking about everything and anything, like I had so many times before. I was thinking of graduation which was in a few months, which led to thoughts about university. I knew that I'd always wanted to do something with acting or dancing. I've been excited to graduate for months now. Something inside of me told me that I'd love the university crowd; that I'd fit in a lot better with people who are actually at school because they want to be, not because they're being forced to attend.

And when I thought of graduation I thought of a date. Grad was only in a few months and I wanted a date. Of course I wanted a date. My friends were always bothering me about it, but I brushed them off, telling them it didn't matter to me when it reality I was kind of actually really excited about it. I'd wanted to experience what it felt like to dress up for a date, to wait for him to arrive at the front door, corsage in hand. I wanted to steal a kiss off his lips before the night ended.

Before I realized it, it was three in the morning and my eyes were heavy. And so I finally fell asleep.

"Tarin, honey, you up?" I hear my mother ask through my door, interrupting my thoughts about last night. Her knuckles rap lightly against the wood of my door before she opens it and steps towards me. "Now remember, I won't be home till later tonight. The hospital's making me work a late shift. I should be home around ten tonight so if you need me at all you can text me, or call me and I'll try to answer as soon as I can." She crosses her arms when she stands in front of me, but not in an authoritative or angry manner, just out of habit.

"Okay," I say, "I'd totally forgotten, thanks for reminding me."

My mom smiles at me, "I've got to now now, sweetie. My carpool car is here."

"Bye mom. Have a good day at work," I return her smile.

"Text me when you're home." She says as she begins walking out of the room.

I follow her down the hall to the bathroom. I look at my appearance in the mirror. My hair's got this whole cowlick thing going on. I hear my mother set the alarm and close the front door. I look back to the mirror recognizing the large black circles under my eyes, which had been caused from the makeup which I was too careless to wash off last night. I turned towards the shower, removing my clothes as the water warmed. When I was sure the water was warm enough I stepped inside, washing my body in a hurry.

When I left the shower I wrapped a towel tightly around myself and walked to my bedroom. 8:35. I gathered clothing, choosing to dress in a casual style. I opted to wear skinny jeans with a deep blue v-neck t-shirt. I put foundation on my face, along with a black liquid eyeliner, and mascara. My fingers quickly pulled my hair into an easy ponytail with my long brown waves cascading down my back.

8:50. I walked into the kitchen and grabbed a bowl, spoon, the box of Cheerios, and some milk. I poured myself a bowl of cereal and quickly ate it while reading the paper. When I was done, I cleaned up and walked outside to my car and drove to school.

When I arrived at school I found my friends, all standing together in the hallway. "Hey," I said as I approached everyone.

"Hi Tarin!" Britney said as she waved me over, a large smile plastered on her face. Each girl stepped forward and embraced me in a small hug. Britney, Elsa, Camile, and Penny all stood before me.

I feel Penny grip my elbow lightly. I looked up to her and she smiled but lifted her eyebrows. Penny was my closest friend, my best friend. We'd been going to school together since the very first grade, and though we'd been acquainted since so long ago, we'd only really become real close in the tenth grade. Penny was quiet, but crazy. She always knew when and where I needed to be put into place. She was the one person I told everything to; we experienced our first party together, we'd had endless amounts of sleepovers, she even knew exactly how I'd lost my virginity... but only because she refused to leave my house until I told her.

"So, what's new?" I asked the circle of girls, which spread a little to allow me to enter.

Camile smiles as she clutches her binder a little tighter, "apparently there's a new kid."

"What's her name?" Penny asks beside me.

"It's a boy," Elsa says, " he's a boy."

"I heard that he's British," Britney says, giddy.

"British accents are my favourite," Camile says.

"British boys are so hot," Britney's cheeks turn a shade of pink.

"I wonder if I'll see him, or if we'll have a class together maybe," I say.

Everyone turns towards me, "honey, we all want that," Penny nudges me and all of us girls laugh.

We collectively turn towards the lockers, my eyes scan desperately among the crowd, curiously looking for the new boy.  

 

 

A/N: this is important!!

some have been asking about why louis sounds like 2011-12 louis in this (suspenders, old hair, striped shirt, red pants, Austin as his last name, etc), and that's because he's supposed to. there's a whole plot built around that and his rise to stardom, so please don't judge because louis is wearing suspenders . . . he's supposed to be - it wasn't a carroty thing, it's just part of the plot. so yes, you may be confused in the beginning but everything explains itself! enjoy x  

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