Hey, Princess (Louis Tomlinson Fan Fiction)

Chapter 8

Today has been a long and tiring day. The boys made me go in every single ride at Disney twice, then Niall felt the need to stop at every restaurant to see if it had better food then the last one. All of the Disney employees made sure that no one bothered us. It was rather nice. I'm not used to that, unless you count when I am in character, walking through the park with an escort.

The boys are coming back tomorrow and they decided they wanted to go to Hollywood Studios. I'm pretty excited to go because that park is my second favourite right behind Magic Kingdom.

"Thanks for dropping me off." I climb out of the boys' SUV at the entrance of Disney's boardwalk.

"This is where you live?" Zayn peers out of the car window.

"Yep. Some of the Disney cast live somewhere on Disney property. Most of them live in Vista Way, though. I'm not really a party-er, so I picked living here." I explain to them, leaning up against the door.

"What do you do here?" Harry asks me when I'm about to turn to leave.

"Well, I am normally working, so I don't have time to explore. There is an arcade, dance hall, few restaurants, a little modern bar, a hotel is nearby, and then there is the villas where I live." I tell them. "Anyways, I am hungry and I am going to cook myself some dinne-"

"You can cook?" Niall starts to smile.

"Does ramen noodles count?" I laugh.

"No." Niall shakes his head, laughing with me.

"Hmm. I guess I won't look into becoming a professional chef for a career then." I joke, pretending to pout. "Anyways, I should probably get going. I don't want to keep you from doing whatever famous people do." I start to close the door, but Louis stops it.

"We have no plans for the night." Louis hints to me.

Oh no, they are not coming to my flat. It is very small and I don't think all of us would fit in it. Louis can hint all he wants. I'm not inviting them in. Besides, I have to call my dad to see how mum is. They would overhear the conversation and feel sympathetic for me. I don't need that.

"Well, I'm sure you can find something to do in Orlando." I reply, slowly backing away from their car.

The corners of Louis's lips tug downwards into a frown. "Maybe you could show us?" He offers.

"I have to feed my cat, but..uh..thanks anyways. I'll see you guys tomorrow." I spin around on my heel, making my way down the boardwalk.

Wow. I couldn't sound more like a loser. I have to feed my cat? That is probably the lamest excuse ever. Now they probably think I am some cat lady. Oh well, I managed to get away from them without having to invite them to my flat. I glance over my shoulder casually to see that their car is driving away. I hope they don't try to do that again tomorrow.

The walk to my flat takes about five minutes. I can hear my neighbour's tv blaring from next door as I unlock my door. Technically, where I live is a hotel, but there are a few cast members that actually have flats and live here. The room next to me is for people staying to visit Disney. Last week, there was a family with two young, loud children that would always be yelling. It is such a relief to have an old couple next to me, but they have the television at an unbearable level at night.

I step into my flat, dropping my things on bed. To be honest, this place shouldn't even be called a flat. I have three different rooms combined into one large room. If I had a choice, I would be living in Vista Way in a heartbeat not because they party a lot, but because they have such nicer flats over there. You can, also, have animals over there. I've always wanted a cat.