Kiss Me (Louis Tomlinson FanFic)

Emilie never had an easy life. Most of the time, she walked around with a smile on her face, hiding all of the pain. She was blessed when she got accepted into The American Musical & Dramatic Academy in New York. There, she goes through constant struggles, always trying to be her best for everybody. All of her bad habits are recurring until she meets a boy in the courtyard. Cheesy? Yes. But he changes her life in ways she never thought anyone could. And she changes his.

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2. AMDA

            I barely survived my first day at AMDA, but my dorm was huge. It was like a small apartment with a bathroom, kitchen, bedroom, and a small living room. It was nice, to say the least. I met a boy named Jack at Starbucks that day, and although I insisted that I wouldn’t ever trust a guy after Damen, he was a good distraction. He called me beautiful and such, and he made me feel special. It was definitely something I needed to get by.

            My aunt called me on my first day, just to check in. I also received a package from her with necessities in it. College life was weird, yet calming. I got most of my college credits during high school, so I could really relax. It was scary not knowing anyone, but I did make a few friends. Jack was always messaging me on Facebook, and I wanted to talk to him… but I didn’t want to get attached. Maybe I was paranoid about Damen, but I was just scared. I still woke up in the middle of the night sometimes, crying and screaming from memories of him. And I hated that. I knew that I needed to move on eventually, but I couldn't figure out how to do that.

            Weeks passed, and it felt so dragged out. I was still talking to Jack, and I knew that I definitely liked him, but I figured that he would never ask me out. And I don’t think I would be able to say yes. After all, Damen was my last boyfriend, and my senior year was full of one night stands. I just wasn't ready. Not yet. Classes kept me busy – and they were tough – but I was excelling in dance. In fact, I ended up moving up to a more advanced class because of how easy the basic one was.

            It was finally my birthday, and I got calls from my aunt and Ashley, James, and Jack. I didn’t do anything besides go to class, open my one and only present, make myself a cupcake, and throw it up. I was bulimic, by the way. I rarely ate, but when I did, it came back out. I knew that I was depressed, but I was too young and stupid to do anything about it. After crying about my pathetic life for a good hour or more, I locked myself in my bathroom and found a bottle of pills. I took enough to kill me, and then fell asleep. Suicide on my birthday. Happy b-day to me.

            When I woke up the next morning, I grumbled and downed a few shots of vodka, then took a shower, feeling dirty and gross. That wasn’t my first attempt, and somehow, I kept failing. I wanted to die, so why wouldn’t God let me? I decided that I needed to do something with my day since I didn’t have any classes, so I headed down to the courtyard. My life would be so different if I decided to stay in that day. I bought a bag of Cheez-Its and a Sprite, then sat at a random table and just thought about… life, basically.

            I had just started going through my phone and eating my Cheez-Its when I saw a shadow over me. I jumped and turned, seeing a tall man with quiffed brown hair, sparkling blue eyes, and a nice tan complexion. In his hands, a bag of McDonalds.

            “Sorry, love, I didn’t mean to scare you. Is anyone sitting with you?” he asked me, his sweet British voice ringing through my ears. I shook my head no, then gestured for him to sit across from me.

            Nervously, I tucked a strand of hair behind my ear and looked up at the mysterious man, who was unloading his bad of chicken nuggets and fries. “I.. um… I’m Emilie, by the way,” I introduced sweetly. He looked up at me, his eyes meeting with mine.

            He smiled, nodding once. “I’m Louis.”

            I smiled at him, trying to be polite. I set my phone down and picked up a Cheez-It, only to have him laugh and take the bag from my hands. I scowled at him, reaching back for it.

            “Cheez-Its are not very healthy,” he informed me with a smirk, pushing his food towards me.

            I laughed softly, nodding my head. “And McDonalds is?” I asked, picking up a fry.

            He seemed a little displeased that I only took one thing, so he took a chicken and held it up to my mouth. “You’re eating something with protein before you leave this table,” he told me, so I nodded and ate the chicken.

            The whole time we sat there, there was an unpleasant odor lingering in the air. I finally realized that it was some sort of drug, after remembering that my brother always had the scent on him. Major turn off. But I let the conversation carry out, small talk often popping up. When we both decided that we had places to be, we exchanged numbers and I walked away from the mystery guy, He watched me walk away, a smile on his face. He was nice, but there was definitely something different about him. I had no idea if we would ever see each other again after that, but I was hopeful. I needed a friend. 

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