Sara

Louis is infactuated with a girl that he met online. He writes songs about this girl she seems perfect. If only he could meet her. Sara on the other hand is deffinatly not a directioner. She does not know that on the other side of the computer sits Louis Tomlinson of One Direction. Sara is a 23 year old women who works a crummy job with crummy people. Sara hates One Direction almost as much as she hates he awful co-worker Becky, who would do anything for 1D.
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This book may contain some mature content and it is strongly recomended for readers 15+, also in no way does anything the fictional character 'Sara' may say is not true about our boys. I am a huge Directioner! Also I support Elounor. Anything the fictional Louis may say is also fake.

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3. Harsh

Louis' P.O.V

As I snored away in the plane I couldn't hear the boys talking or eating. As long as I didn't wake up as a douchebag. I feel really bad about snapping at the boys, I was quite harsh on them. I felt so bad, I felt even worse when we dropped off Harry and I didn't even say goodbye.

"Mate you awake?" Zayn Whispered in my ear. I didn't answer I was way to tired.

"You need to wake up and gather your things." Niall snorted. I tossed and turned with a hint of groaning. I was so ready to leave. I slowly opened my eyes and groaned and whimpered some more.

"How much longer?" I asked.

"Well including the car ride, thirty minutes." Zayn Calmly explined, I was feeling lazy and I started getting headaches.

"Can you please get my bags?" I asked the boys nicely. They reacted quickly as if I was scary and like I was going to yell at them. I called for Liam but he didn't respond. I felt like an even bigger douche I never even said bye to Liam. I walked over to the bathroom to wash my face, and as I suspected there was drawings on my face, clearly the work of Zayn. I washed it off and I was to tired to threaten Zayn today. Luckly for him.

Zayn apologized and we left the plane once it landed. My first stop was my mum's house then my flat. As we drove only the three of us. I din't say a word, as Niall went off about how unbelieveable eveything was and later I would hear Zayn Say something or shake his head. I'm am almost always the one who is talking the entire ride and most times I ask Niall if he wants to come in, but when we got to my mum's little white house so perfect I just put my had on the silver door handle and pulled and the car door msking a clicking noise as I walked out waving at the boys but not saying a word.

I jingled my keys and unpatiently I yanked and pulled until I finally got them off my belt loop. I walked in threw my shoes off my feet and ran up and hugged my mum. As this was going on I thought, this is all I need and I just want to stay in my comforting mothers arms. When she let go, I felt four more pairs of hands hug me too. My beautiful sisters whom I missed tons! Instantly my mum ased what was wrong. I told her I had a headache but in reality I had a heartache. I never told my mum Eleanor had broken up with me, but I didn't plan to until the time was right.  My mom looked at me ashamed.

"What is this? This on your chest?" She asked. I was my tattoo and I knew she never exactly approved.

"It is what it is" I said somewhat ashamed. It is a saying and it doesn't mean much but I like it.

"It's so big and whats that on your arm? Is that a deer?" She continued. I looked down at the floor and moved my foot up and down my leg.

"All the boys were doing it so I got a few too." I argued. "And it's a moose!" I am a grown adult and she always does this and sometimes it gets kind of annoying. I kissed my sisters, and then I kissed my mom on the forehead and I walked out while telling them I'd call. I felt like a complete asshole.

I took my car from the driveway and drove. I was hungry but I had food at home so I didn't get anything. My house was north from my mums so i drove up and never looked back because I thought that if I did, I would cry.

I really wasn't feeling quite alright I would probably come back tomorrow and say sorry. I was never this harsh on anyone. I made my way to my beautiful flat and walked in and landed face flat on my couch. I loved my amazing perfect flat, but one thing. It always brought up memories. Memories I would rather forget then remember. Memories that make me want to call her and apologize. I always come close but I never do.

Even in my drunkest hours I think about her. One pint after another I came closer and closer to calling her. I fell asleep before I could. I feel like god doesn't want me to call her, so I thank him from having me dodge the biggest bullet in my life.

 I had the worst hangover and my flat was trashed so i'm really lucky that I wasn't drinking like this at a bar, I would have been caught and plastered on a magazine by now. The more I started feeling better and after about six pain killers, I really was thinking about dating again it had been over three months since me and you know who broke up. I really need someone in my life to make me feel better. I was always known as the person who was with someone. It was just kind of hard to find someone that fits my image. I imagine a beautiful girl with brown hair and grey eyes. I love a girl with a sense of humor and will love me no matter what.

I'm very bad at saying 'I Love You' It will take me almost half a year, but when I mean it, I really do mean it. Lets not forget about the girl being okay with hate, and being famous. Thats my biggest 'if.'

I got in my car with sunglasses and a beenie on my head. I drove the hour and a half drive back to my mum's house. My black Range Rover was driving slowly and while the sunlight hit my tinted glass windows as I jammed to Ed Sheeran's 'You Need To Cut You Hair' on full blast. I sometimes sang along. It's a good song it has a 'jazzy' sound to it. It always picks me up. I checked my phone and it had thirty-seven missed calls from Harry. That asshole, he knows I'm busy. He never leaves voicemails because if he calls the wrong number then people know his number. I honestly have four phones and I use only one of them. I do take advantage of being famous but its not changing me. Sometimes it's just nice having money in the bank and driving a Range Rover.

I'm not exactly the only one using thir money, Zayn has a life size statue of himself that he got made for ten thousand dollars. I have a Samsung S4 because I had an iPhone but that shit is weak. It breaks so easy and it uses it's battery in a half an hour. I dialed Harry's number and he answered on the last ring, he always takes forever to answer his phone.

"Hey Mate I called you today why didn't you answer?" Harry slowly asked as he breathed hard into his phone.

"I was quite hungover." I replied with a bit of shame. Harry is so stupid he has an iPhone but he doesn't know how to use it.  He hung up and the next time he called I declined.

 

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