Just A Game

Paige Madison is one of the most popular models in all of England. And Louis Tomlinson is apart of one of the biggest boy bands in the entire world. Opposites attract, but are these two meant to be when they are forced to be together? Or will they find a way out? They have no interest in each other, so why should they be a couple, right? But if they call it off, fame just might destroy their careers.... But who knows?

Now it's your job to find out! xoxo :)


2. 2-Louis

"Are you kidding?" I chuckled at Simon's bizarre suggestion.

"It'll only be for a little while, Louis. Eventually you two'll break up and separate and everyone will forget about it." he replied with a obviously fake grin. 

"That's bullsh-"

"You're going to do this. And I'm not going to hear another peep out of you. Understood?" I sat there with a flat expression. "She's not so bad, Lou. You'll get used to her, I promise." 

"I don't even know her, Simon." 

"I'll introduce you to her at Dr. James Gregory's mansion party tomorrow night." he said tapping his pen on the desk. "Oh, and do me a favor, yea? Keep your mouth zipped around  the rest of the boys." I rolled my eyes and let the whole thing go. 

"Yes, sir." I sighed and stood to my feet and walked out of his office. I knew I'd find my way out of this somehow, I just needed a plan. A good one. But now was know time for thinking because I had pool party to get to at Niall's flat. I was off to my place to get ready. 

Niall's flat was packed with people I've never even seen before. I pushed through them to the backyard where my band mates were. Zayn tossed me a beer after I took a seat on the side of the pool and put my feet in. Harry and Niall were already in, and Liam was lying on a lounge chair with his sunglasses on. "So how was the "important meeting" with Simon?" Zayn teased. 

"Boring. Nothing special, really." I lied. We moved on from the subject quickly and started splashing each other. People came from inside the house and all of a sudden the music started blasting and the strangers started screaming and laughing. Beach balls came out of nowhere and I looked at the boys. "I guess the party has started, then. Lets have some fun, lads!" I chugged down my beer and jumped in the pool. 

After hours of doing the same thing: drinking, splashing, jumping, and more drinking, I dried off and went inside for a while. I was surprised to see Harry in the living room, but not so shocked to see him with a pretty lady. I gave him a thumbs up when he made eye contact with me. "Lou! Come here for a moment please." The girl suddenly became tense as I walked over to them, but she managed to smile anyway. "El, this is my best mate, Louis. Lou, this is Eleanor." I shook her hand politely. 

"Nice to meet you, Eleanor. Are you having a good time?" she pursed her lips and looked at Harry.

"That's actually the problem." He said, taking a giant gulp of his glass of liquor. "She's not. She wants to go home but nobody here is nearly sober enough to drive her. And we came here in my car." he flipped his hair and wiped his mouth. 

"You should have just snuck out with Harry's car keys." I joked at her. " Erm, why doesn't she talk, lad?" I asked, curious to why she hadn't said a word. She giggled, and I grinned at her. Some guy with a bottle of vodka in his hand called Harry's name from the door. He stumbled after him and left us there without saying one word. "So, Eleanor...." 

"Yes?" her soft voice chimed. 

"Are you feeling ill? Is that why you want to leave?" she shook her head and looked up at me with her big hazel colored eyes.

"I'm just not quite comfortable at these types of parties. I don't usually have a good time. I only came with Harry because I had nothing better to do."

"Well, maybe I could show you a good time." I flirted. She blushed at my suggestion and put her head down. I lifted her chin up with my thumb and index finger and smiled again. "Lets go." I said, pulling her out into the life of the party. 

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