Mr. Tomlinson

Darkness quickly falls, along with the temperature. I shiver moving closer to the fire. Louis moves closer to me, taking off a sweatshirt he had brought, and putting it on me. I turn to thank him, not realizing that I had subconsciously moved closer to him as well. Our faces, inches apart study each other. Louis leans even closer, and I move the rest of the way.

Our lips meet, the kiss passionate and rough. Thanks to the darkness, no one can see us. I reach one hand up to wrap around his neck. He cups my face in both of his hands, bringing me even closer to him. I suck on his bottom lip, and hear him quietly moan. I smile into the kiss. I'm about to reach my other hand up when Mia begins talking.


1. Getting Ready for School

I wake up to my alarm blaring 'How to be a Heartbreaker'. I sigh, rolling over to stop it. I've been dreading this day for weeks. The first day of my junior year. I mean I get good grades, don't get me wrong. I just don't like getting up early. I lay in bed for a few more mintues before deciding I should probably get up so I'm not late.

I walk over to my dresser and turn on my straightener, then walk over to my closet to choose my outfit. I finally decide on some white and gray flowery pants and a pink tank top. I straighten my hair, humming to music I turned on. I pick up my makeup and work on my eyes. 

"Chrissy! Hurry up! Breakfast is on the table!" I hear my mom shout up the stairs.

"Ok mom! Coming!" I shout back.

I quickly finish my makeup, spray on some perfume and run down the stairs to the dining room.

"Morning mom!" I say cheerfully, kissing her cheek.

My mom smiles in response, reading the paper. I grab some cereal and put it in the bowl. Silently, I eat my food, deep in thought. 

"Do you know what classes you'll have this year?" My mom asks, breaking me out of my thoughts.

I swallow before answering, "Sort of. At the end of the year the guidance counselors showed some of us our possible schedules. I like most of my classes, except for one."

My mom nods as I speak, "Which one do you not like?"

"I'll have drama class." I sigh.

"Well if you don't like it, then why did you sign up for it silly?" my mom asks confused.

"I didn't want to take it. I just need some more credits for when I graduate." I explain.


My mother nods, understanding. We then fall back into our silence, which is what we're used to. Eventually, I stand up to go brush my teeth. Once I reach the bathroom, I brush my teeth and see my mom walking into my little brothers room. I smile, knowing that he won't get up. A minute later and I hear them arguing, indicating that I was right. I roll my eyes and grab my purse, walking outside to go to school. 


I pull out my headphones from my pocket and turn on my music, walking on the sidewalk. As I near closer and closer to school I get more and more nervous. I'm not made fun of or anything, I just really don't want to go to drama class. It means that I'll have to go in front of people and act. I hate having attention drawn to me. I sigh, right outside of the school. I put my headphones in my purse, along with my phone. i brace myself for another year of hell.


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