She's Not Afraid (Louis Tomlinson)

Hello! My name is Leslie Cruz! I have dirty blonde hair, blue-green eyes, and I'm short for my age. I'm also twenty-one year's old, and counting! I'm an only child, my mum is a fashion designer, and my dad is a CEO for a school supply company. Basically, I'm the child my parents never wanted. I like to have fun, live life, you know? I like to sneak out, and have fun with my friends at ridiculous parties! Apparently, my parents aren't too fond of that. I'm living with my parents in Doncaster. So far, I have two jobs, and love working at both! I'm a tattoo artist, and I teach people how to kick box (I also do a bit of kick boxing, myself). I don't have a boyfriend. What for? Just so they can use me, and hit the road? I don't think so! Besides, who wants to be in a relationship with a trouble making, funny, psycho like me? No one. At least, that's what I thought.


1. Chapter One

   "GET UP YOU LAZY BUTT! DO YOU WANT TO BE LATE FOR WORK? GET UP!" I heard the familiar ringtone my best friend, Brooke, recorded to get me up in the morning. The thing is, I'm not a morning person. Who wants to get up and go to work when you can sleep in all day? I groaned and got up. 

   "Another day, another nickel." I muttered to myself one of my favourite quotes from SpongeBob. I walked over to my bathroom and took a quick shower. When I got out I played 'How To Be A Heart Breaker' by Marina and the Diamonds, and walked into my walk in closet.

   "Nope, no, nah, no, no." I kept looking through my closet and finally decided on an outfit. I blow dried my hair and grabbed my keys to my black B.M.W.

   "Leslie, get up! Breakfast is ready!" My mum called from downstairs.
"Coming!" I yelled back. I grabbed my black purse and headed downstairs. I grabbed a plate of my favorite chocolate chip pancakes that our chef, Rhonny, makes.

   "Thanks, R!" I said, calling him the nickname I gave him. He bowed down, and went to wash the dishes. I quickly ate two pancakes and headed to the door.

   "Bye mum! I'm going off to work now!"
"Be back by 2:30!" She yelled back. Why does she even bother? She knows I'll come home later than that. I laughed to myself.

   "Yeah, sure! Whatever!" I jogged to my car and drove to Splash!, the tattoo parlor I work at. I parked my car, and walked in the door to be greeted by two other employees, Brian and Sasha. 

   "Hey guys! What's up?" I asked. Sasha laughed.
"You're not gonna want to hear this, Les." She said. I gave her a questioning look.
"Oh no. What did Brian do this time?" 
"Hey! It's not always my fault!" Brian defended.
"Well, it's your fault this time. Brian forgot to get your coffee, and he ate your chips." Sasha said. My eyes literally popped out of my head.

   "Brian! Your gonna get it!" I yelled. Brian laughed and pulled out my coffee and chips.
"We got you good, Les! You should've seen your face!" 
"Are you serious?" I asked. They both nodded.
"You guys are jerks! I was already gonna kill you!" 
"We learned from the best!" Sasha said. I rolled my eyes.
"Shut up, and help me get the shop ready." Sasha cleaned up the waiting area, Brian counted the money in the cash register, and I, well I sat down and watched. A couple people walked in and Sasha and Brian got them 'cause I didn't want to get off my lazy bum.


   The bell rang, meaning we had another customer. I looked up to see who I would be serving. In walked a tall boy, with his hair swept across his forehead, a striped shirt, and his friend who had a mop head of curls, who was also tall. 

   'Ooh! Hottie alert! I call dibs on Stripes!' I thought to myself.
'Brooke can have Curly.' I quickly texted Brooke, telling her that today was my lucky day, before I got up to serve them.

   "What's up? My name's Leslie, but you can call me Les. How can I help you?" Neither of them spoke until Curly nudged Stripes back into reality.

   "Oh, sorry. I'm Louis, and this is Harry. I was hoping to get a tattoo of a teacup on my upper chest?"He asked nervouly. I smiled at him.


   "Sure. Any specific color you would like it in?" I asked.
"He wants to go with some hippie colors, but I keep telling him he should get it in black and white, right?" Harry asked. I laughed.

   "Hey, that rhymes!" Louis and Harry chuckled.
"But, yeah. I think it'd look better in black and white."
"Then I guess I'll take it in black and white." I laughed again.
"OK then, right this way." I led him and Harry to my studio in the back of the shop. I opened the door, and they sat down. My studio had bright red walls with pictures I drew hanging up, a black couch, a desk with some papers, pencils, and coffee cups, and a black chair with a small desk beside it holding my ink and needles.

   "Well, let me see what I can sketch real quick, and we'll see how it comes out." Louis nodded his head, and I sat down in my desk.

   'A teacup. Black and white. Think.' I started sketching it out on wax paper, and ten minutes later I was finished. I gave the paper to Louis.

   "That good?" I asked, a bit nervous since I've never tattooed a teacup in my life. Him and Harry stared at the paper for a bit before a smile made its way onto Louis' face.

   "Perfect." I smiled.
"Good. Now, why don't you have a seat and get ready while I look for some more black ink." He nodded and sat down on the chair. I went to my little closet and looked through the ink until I finally found some black ink. When I came back Louis was sitting on the chair without a shirt and he was talking to Harry. I tried my best not to stare but I couldn't help it.

   "Like the view?" Louis asked with a cheeky smirk and a wink. I rolled my eyes.
"That is so cliché." I said with my best snotty accent. Five minutes into the tattoo Harry decided to interview me.
"How long will this take?" He asked. I shrugged.
"Thirty minutes, or an hour."
"So I guess it's time for me, to make a new friend. Where you from?" I laughed and said,
"Here. Where else?"
"Well you have an American accent so I figured..." I cut him off.
"I was born here but we moved to Los Angeles, California as soon as I was born, so I gained an American accent. Then when I was ten we came back. I have an American accent but I still use words like mum, trousers, and stuff."

   "Oh." I laughed.
"How about you give me a small description about yourself?" I nodded.
"I'm twenty-one, my name is Leslie Cruz, but my friends call me Les. My best friend is Brooke Martinez. My mum is a fashion designer, and my Dad is a CEO for a school supply company."

   "Wow. You must be living the life." Harry said.
"Not exactly. I'm basically the child my parents never wanted." Louis gave me a questioning look.
"The thing is, my passions are tattoos and kick boxing. So I'm a tattoo artist, I teach people how to kick box, and I do a bit of kick boxing myself. I also like to sneak out and have fun. But my parents want me to be some doctor, or model, or something. But I don't want to do that. It's a bit too girly, and snotty for my type."

   "You have a boyfriend?" Harry asked.
"Nope." I said popping the 'p'.
"Well, Louis. It's your lucky day, man." I laughed and rolled my eyes.

   'In your dreams.'

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