True Love Doesn't Come Easy -One Direction fanfiction-

Chapter #10

Yay!:) Chapter 10!!! Hope you like it! And a vote or (positive) comment would be great!!!:) but im gonna warn you, there will be certain words a ten year old should NOT read. But idk its not TOO bad. Ok read!

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Louis POV

I was led into a dimly lit room with a dark wooden table and a few chairs around it. I sat down and anxiously waited. A big man with greying hair and glasses came in and sat down infront of me. Followed by him was a young girl maybe in her twenties, holding a notepad and a pencil.

"Hello, you can call me Mr.Barnes." He said with a deep voice. "That's Annie. What's your name." He asked. I had a pretty good feeling he didn't even care. If it wasn't for me being here he would probably be scarfing down some doughnuts.

And Mr. Barnes? I wasn't in history class, I was in a police station for goodness sakes.

"Im Louis, Louis Tomlinson." I heard the girl, Annie gasp and look up at me for the first time. She was small, short and thin. She had pale skin and brown hair. She was pretty. But nothing compared to Bree. She had glasses like Bree, but they looked completly diffrent.

"Your Louis Tomlinson, from one direction?!" She asked clearly in shock. I nodded as Mr.Barnes; better nicknamed big fat baldy, glared at her indicating that she should shutup. Mr. Barnes AKA big fat baldy, started asking me questions while Annie jotted the whole conversation down. In about two hours we finished and I was leaving when I remembered that I didn't have anywhere to stay. I asked the receptionist and she said there was a motel about a mile away. She offered to call for a cab but I kind of wanted to walk. Just to clear my head.

I walked, thinking about how if I hadn't brought Bree today, I would still have my van, my phone, my wallet. And most importantly, I would still have her. I hadn't known her long. We weren't dating. Why was I like this? I had never felt this. What was happening to me?

Hold up.

They took my, my phone, car, and my, my wallet.

How the fuck was I supposed to stay at a hotel without my fucking money. I digged through my pockets but found nothing but sand. I saw the hotel and walked up to it anyway. Did you pay at hotels before you stayed, or when you were leaving? I had been to hundreds of hotels, how did I not know?!

I walked in and up to the desk. "Hello." The young girl said. She wasn't facing me but some pool towels that she was arranging on a shelf.

She turned around and looked up at me and covered her mouth as her eyes went wide.You. You're... You're Louis Fucking Tomlinson." She gasped.

"Yup. I am. Hey you see, I have no where to stay for the night and I , umm lost my wallet. You think I could get a room and then pay tommorow when my buddy comes to pick me up?" I asked.

"Yeah of course, but oh my gosh, dammit. Im sorry but theirs no more rooms. But, I, my dads the owner of this place. I have a room to myself here. Because you know, we live here. You could stay with me if you want." She said with hopeful eyes. I took in her look. She was maybe seventeen. And honestly, I could tell she was a slut. Tiny shorts, tight belly shirt, blond hair back in a messy ponytail, and tons of makeup plastered on her face. But, I needed a place to stay.

Atleast I wouldn't have to sleep on a park bench. "That would be great, thanks." I said faking a smile.

"Okay, i'll take you over and then come back here and work for another hour or so, ok?" She asked.

I followed her outside and to a room. She told me her name was Kaylah. She took out a key and opened the door. I walked in and it was to dark to see anything. She fumbled with the light switch and my eys glided from the small table, to the closet, to the bed. One bed. Only one.