I was kicked out of home on my eighteenth birthday, with nothing but the clothes I was wearing. My parents didn't like the idea of me making my own choices and becoming a bodyguard; they wanted me to work for them, and become a lawyer. I haven't spoken to my parents since.
One year later, I'm going for a job interview to be some famous person's bodyguard, who happens to be Louis Tomlinson.
We are always arguing and annoying each other but we have to learn to get along as we don't want anyone getting hurt; or worse, killed.


5. Chapter Four

Chapter Four: Bad Reputation


“The phone is ringing.”

I look up at Louis bored, before putting my head down and continuing reading my book.

“It’s still ringing.” Keep reading.

“Still ringing.” Keep reading.


I cut Louis off by smacking him in the head with my book. “For goodness sakes can’t you just answer the bloody phone? It is your house you bastard!” I yell, standing up and storming over to the house phone. “I’m not your fricking slave!” I say before answering the phone.

It’s Melissa.

“Jordan, darling!” she greets me in her annoyingly high voice.

I roll my eyes, “Melissa, darling!” I mimic her, “What are you ringing for?”

I hear Melissa clap her hands together, “Oh, I’m ringing to let you know that tonight will be you and Louis’ first outing together; as a couple!” she explains over excitedly. I gag at the word ‘couple’.

Louis is watching me from the couch where I was seated only ten seconds ago and is giving me a ‘what the hell?’ look.

I stare at him blankly before turning around, carrying on with my conversation with Melissa.

Eventually, Melissa managed to explain to me that Louis and I have to go on a date tonight that she has planned. Gag. She said it will be very romantic and we have to act all loved up. Double gag.

“I’m not going to pretend I’m in love with this ass hole.” I argue, pointing at Louis even though Melissa can’t see me.

“Honey, I thought we went over this.” Melissa sighs. “You signed a contract saying that you would.”

I really wish I had actually read that damned contract.

I stomp my foot on the ground childishly, “I know. I just don’t want to!”

Another sigh from Melissa and another weird look from Louis. “There will be a car to pick you up at five o’clock, sharp.” She says, before hanging up on me.

I slam the phone on the table and glare at Louis, “Get dressed, a man will be here to pick us up in two hours.” I inform him and storm off.

Instead of getting dressed or styling my hair like I should have, I spent the next two hours watching How I Met Your Mother.

“Jordan, the guys here!” Louis yells from downstairs, grabbing my attention.

With a sigh, I make my way downstairs and out the front door, not bothering to make an effort with my outfit or hair.

I walk out the front door, making sure I lock it and then step inside the car after Jo gives me another annoyed look. Louis scrunches his noes, “You aren’t wearing that, are you?” He asks, while I put my seat belt on.

I turn to face him and look him up and down, “You aren’t wearing that, are you?” I mimic, smirking. He’s wearing black suit, basically opposite of my outfit; w plain back T-shirt and ripped denim jeans.

“I don’t want to be seen with you in public. You know how crazy the press will be? I suddenly have girlfriend and she wears that on a date? You are going to ruin my great reputation.”

I scoff, “You cares about you’re reputation?”

“I do!” Louis yells, becoming defensive. “What about your reputation?” He asks me, thinking that I’ll back down and change my clothes.

I laugh, “I don’t give a damn about my reputation!” I begin singing, ‘bad reputation’ and continue for the rest of the car trip.


“Oh god, they’re taking pictures.” Louis practically cries as he puts his head in his hands, making me grin and keep slurping my spaghetti bowl.

Stupidly, Melissa chose to make our first ‘date’ at a very fancy Italian restaurant and the whole night, I have been purposely trying to embarrass Louis. First, I tripped him in front of the paparazzi - which I’m pretty sure Melissa told where we were going to be – I then closed the door in his face, and now I’m eating my dinner as sloppily as I can, while paparazzi take photos of us through the window.

Once I have finished my food, Louis puts his hand in the air, “Cheque please!” He yells out to a waiter, desperate to get out of here. I glance down at his untouched food.

“You are not just going to leave without touching your food.” I say, stubbornly.

Louis rolls his eyes, and waves at the waiter one more time, who comes rushing over. “Eat it.” I demand.

Louis gives me a flat look, “I’m not hungry.”

I scowl, “Do you know how many children there are that don’t get any food and if they do it is a very small amount? There are so many people out their without clean water or a home and here you are, living in a massive house, with food, money, water and pretty much everything you could ever need and you won’t even eat one meal? How disgraceful!” I ramble, standing up and storming off to the bathroom.

What a selfish jerk.

Once I have calmed down –I tend to overreact and get angry easily – I walk out of the bathroom and back to our table.

Louis has just finished eating his meal and is wiping his face with a napkin. I smile brightly, “Thank you!”

Louis smiles back, and it isn’t a ‘oh, no worries’ kind of smile – one I am quite familiar with – it’s a ‘Bloody hell, I’m going to get you back’ type of smile.

I scowl once more, where did the boy I met a year ago, go?

It was then as we were walking towards our car that I decided that not only would I protect Louis, I was going to help him find himself again.

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