Asshole

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.


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10. Chapter Nine

Chapter Nine: The old grey haired man talks!

 

“I love your outfit!” Lou, the boys’ stylist says, motioning to the clothes I’m wearing.

I smile, generally happy about that compliment. You see, I’m not one of the most fashionable girls on the planet. Today I am wearing a pair of black leggings with an oversized maroon sweater that in white says, ‘I’m a bodyguard’. And yes- when I found this sweater in a store I was more than excited and bought it straight away.

So, forgetting the fact that my ‘cute’ outfit was a total fluke since I just grabbed the first thing I saw in the closet, I thank Lou. “Thanks, I’m not one to worry much about what I wear.” I say, truthfully.

Niall across the other side of the room in the middle of a photo-shoot laughs, “You’re not lying there.”

I turn to glare at the blonde haired boy. I haven’t spent too much time with the other four lads, but with my few days with them we have become pretty close- in a love-hate sort of way.

“Niall, that was so uncalled for.” I pout, crossing my arms over my chest.

“So was glad wrapping our cars.” Is Harry’s instant reply, from next to Niall.

“You have to admit that was funny!” I laugh at the memory of their faces when they walked outside this morning. I share a knowing look with Louis.

“But seriously, that doesn’t mean you can rip on my lack of style!”

“Babe, when you went on a date with Louis to the fancy Italian restaurant you wore ripped jeans- not the stylish way but the ‘these jeans are way too old’ way- and a black T-shirt.” Liam laughs, deciding he will join in too. “That gives us more than a right to mock you.”

I put a hand to my heart, faking hurt and realise that Zayn hasn’t said anything because he is too busy being a hot model and doing his famous pout that he always seems to be doing.

“Yo Zayn!” I yell out, changing the subject. Zayn turns his head, finally paying attention to the outer-photo-shoot world. “When in doubt, pout it out!” I laugh and wink. Lou walks off with a giggle, probably fed up with our bickering.

“Oh, shut up, Jordan!” Zayn rolls his eyes, causing the boys to laugh.

“Jordan,” Max the annoying photographer sighs, “Could you please be quiet!”

I widen my eyes in surprise, the old grey haired man talks!

 

“Race you to the front door!” Louis yells, as he pushes me over. I shake my head; he knows I can run faster than him so he pushed me over!

The boys are going to a concert in a few days and Louis is suddenly really excited about it. The others have left already but Louis and I ended up playing a game of hide n’ seek and nobody could find us so he missed his single shots. Max made us him stay back, which obviously meant I had to stay too.

I watch as Louis runs to the door by himself, as others watch him with facial expressions like ‘what is that kid doing?’ Louis reaches the door and runs outside, suddenly stopping and picking up something from the ground.

I run over, curious as to what it is but by the time I’m there Louis has it in his back pocket.

“What was that?” I ask, pointing to his back pocket.

Louis shrugs like it was nothing but I can see a hint of worry in his blue eyes. “It was just some rubbish. I thought I would do a good deed and pick it up.”

I know for a fact it isn’t rubbish.

I decide not to ask another question and leave it. Besides, I can look at it when I’m doing the washing since (unfortunately) it’s my week.

The car ride home is silent and I can’t help but notice how fidgety and worried Louis looks. Something is on his mind, and that piece of paper wasn’t just rubbish.

 

 

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So that's kind of a cliffhanger right? Right? No? okay...

What do you think is going on? what was the piece of paper?

so I am not even going to come up with a good excuse as to why I haven't updated in aaaagggggeeessss because i honestly was just slack and forgot. oops!

Anyway, i hope this chapter made up for it. You have no idea how many times i re-wrote this chapter because i didn't like it. I'm still not 100% about it, but i will live. 

I hope you all had a good christmas and new years! xoxo 

I love you all so much! thanks for all the support :)

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