Little London Girl

Em hates One Direction. She hears all about them all day by her little sister Kayla. Finally, Em thinks she's done with hearing about them when she goes off to college but soon realizes that she'll never be free of One Direction, not when she run's into one of the boys and her world unravels.


12. Break in

Louis and I walked hand in hand back to my flat after drama. The day had gone perfectly. Nothing bad happened and Louis wasn't mad at me. Louis whistled 'How to Save a Life' by the Fray and after a little bit I started to hum along. At the end of the song Louis squeezed my hand and I looked over to see him smiling.

"What are you thinking about?" I asked him as we came up to my flat and I took out my keys to unlock the door.

"Oh just how amazing you are," Louis said as he kissed my check before we walked in. I smiled as I turned on the light. I gasped.

Someone had been in my studio and torn up everything. Clothes lay scattered across the floor, pots and dishes lay broken, my couch was even cut open and the stuffing tossed around. It looked like a rhino had attacked this place. The only part of my room that wasn't messed with was my bed. I walked over and saw another note.

'I said to stay away.'

Was all it said. I glanced at Louis who looked mortified. I felt the tears start to well up and I sat down on my bed. Louis came over and wrapped his arms around me and rocked me back and forth like a little child.

"It'll be alright," he said. "I'll get someone here from my security and make sure your safe while I'm not here," he said as he kissed my forehead. He pulled out his phone and scrolled though his contacts until he clicked on the name 'Paul'. He put it on speaker so I could hear to. We listened to the ringing until a man picked up.

"Hey Lou, whats wrong?" Paul asked.

"Hey Paul. It's my girlfriend. Her studio flat was broken into and torn up, I'm worried that she might be in danger," Louis said.

"Well these things happen expecially here in London," Paul said. Louis shook his head as if Paul could see him.

"No, she got a note the other day saying to leave me alone. I told her not to worry about it and now this happens, and theres another note," he explained. Paul paused.

"I see, are you there now?" he asked.

"Yea," Louis said.

"Ok, well I'm going to come by and check things out and I'll see what I can do. Just don't touch anything," Paul said.

I gave Paul my address and then hung up. We waited about 30 minutes until I heard a small knocking sound at the door. Louis stood up to get it. Paul walked in and smiled at me. He introduced himself to me and then looked around the my place. I picked up pillows and wrote things down and took pictures.

"So is he a police officer?" I asked Louis.

"No he's our tour manager and security guy," he said. "But he might as well be the cops. At least he doesn't pull me over when I drive in America," Louis laughed. Paul looked up.

"That's because you don't know how to drive," he said.

"I know how to drive, in fact I'm a good driver. I just like to go fast," Louis laughed.

"They will defiantly pull you over for speeding," I said. Paul walked over to us and stood at the end of the bed. Louis still had his arms wrapped around me.

"Well whoever did this didn't leave any evidence, the only evidence we have would be the notes. I'll take those down to the police and see if they can get any finger prints off of them," Paul said.

"Alright, what about Em though. Don't you think we should give her a body guard or something?" Louis asked. He was really worried about me.

"Well we could, but I think she would actually be safer with you and Harry," he said. "If that's alright with you Emily," he said. I nodded. "It would only be temporary," he said. "And I expect you to act mature about this situation," Paul said as he pointed to Louis. Louis nodded. "Ok, so just grab the things you really need; clothes, toiletries, anything else you can think of," Paul said as he walked out.

"Well looks like your moving in with me and Harry for a bit!" Louis said as he jumped up.

"You live with Harry?" I asked.

"Yea, he's my best mate and we don't mind living together," he said. I nodded as I grabbed a duffel bag and some clothes.

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