Circles (Louis Tomlinson Fanfiction)

I'm a broken girl. My parents are gone and I live with my brother in a small apartment in town. I never go to parties, but one day I'm invited to one and I take the initiative to go. I meet a handsome, mysterious, strong- wait. Why am I complimenting him? Obviously he's the epitome of bad news! Whatever, the point is: The name Louis Tomlinson will be memorised forever. But I didn't mention in which way.


1. Prologue

My mother passed away two years ago, and my father abandoned my brother and me when we were toddlers. Occasionally I think about it, but then I realize, I don’t even care. In fact, after freshman year in high school, I stopped caring about a lot of things. Three years later, I only care about three things: My brother, dancing, and my job. I live with my brother Andy, and after my mother passed away, he’s been bossing me around a lot, but do I let him? Well, I sort of have to because he pays the bills to the house. I used to live with my friend Alice but she recently moved in with her boyfriend, Niall, which kind of left me in the dirt.


“Olivia” a voice wavers from the other side of the music store, interrupting my thoughts. My head turns to my boss, who waves me to come over to her. I finish organizing the D-F section of CDs, leaving me with an ocean more to do and mindlessly travel over to her on the other side of the room. She’s more like my best friend than my boss. Well, she’s the closest to a best friend I have, now that I live on my own with my brother. “You’re done for today, you can go now” she said kindly and I head for the staff room to get my jacket and purse, but before I went there, her words headed another direction. “Olivia, listen, there’s a party by the lake Saturday night and I wondered if maybe you’d like to go there with me”. I hadn’t gone to a party in forever and perhaps that’s why she asked me in the first place. In fact, I hadn’t done anything fun in forever because of my brother being so overprotective. Since our mother passed away, I’ve mostly been depressed and not wanted to do a lot. “Sure” I told her absently, not wanting to give away too much more information. Nobody knows a lot about me. It feels like I’m overall just absent in everyone’s minds. In other words, I think a lot more than I talk.

Work isn’t exhausting. I actually think I enjoy it a little; just sorting CDs end selling guitars to peaceful customers. It’s just a tiny little music shop in the middle of a city, and I’m surprised we even get any customers. It’s basically all I have, besides dancing in the dance studio that’s next door to Andy’s apartment. Where Andy and I live, it’s quiet and not very sophisticated exactly. I can’t blame Andy though; it’s all he can afford right now. And the lesser can I afford. I’m not proud of it, but I don’t really know what to do at the moment. Most people my age are in college now and studying to becoming doctors and lawyers, but me? I’m stuck here.

“Hello” I hear a tired voice coming from the living room. I hung my coat on the rack and my scarf next to the jacket. “Hey” I said and went o the couch where Andy was sitting with his laptop open. He seemed pretty concentrated. I started thinking about the party I was invited to and it took a bit of silence before I told him about it. I didn’t want to disturb him working. “So, Andy” I paused, which caused him to lift his eyes off of the laptop and look at me. “My boss invited me to a party tomorrow and I just wanted to inform you” I said, hoping for a good reaction. As I said before, Andy is very protective over me and it is very unlikely for me to come with any news home. “Where’s the party?” he asked, looking questioning at me as he wrinkled his eyebrows. “Uh, by the lake” I said, failing not to stutter. “Is it safe?” he said, focusing on me instead of his work. “Yeah” I said, still failing to sound confident. A short silence took over. “Just making sure. I don’t want anything to happen to you” he said, searching for insecurity in my facial expression, which obviously, he found. He just didn’t want to say anything. He’s been trying to let go of things since our mother died.

I don’t know what happens at parties. Well, I know it includes drinking and talking and dancing, but I don’t really know what to expect. I don’t know anyone there. Well, maybe that’s the point.

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