A Lost Hope (Louis Fanfic)

Chapter 1- Familiar Faces

I need another story

Something to get off my chest

My life gets kinda boring

Need something that I can confess

'Til all my sleeves are stained red

From all the truth that I've said

Come by it honestly I swear

Thought you saw me wink, no

I've been on the brink, so

Tell me what you want to hear

Something that will light those ears

Sick of all the insincere

So I'm gonna give all my secrets away

Secrets- OneRepublic

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I skidded down the hallway glancing at my watch.

"Crap! Crap, crap, crap!" I say stumbling down the halls in my high heels. I pressed the button for the elevator not evening glancing up as I buttoned up my red pea coat. When I did, a big sign was hung on the elevator doors reading "Out of Order".

"What?!?" I said turning my heels and racing the down the stairs. Why did I have to live on the 14th floor? I scurried over to the heavy metal door, shoving it open, and beginning the race against time.

When I reached the lobby of my apartment I smiled at the front clerk, Fred, an old French guy who absolutely loathed me, as I stumbled outside. The cold air hit my face causing me to flinch. I pranced through the snow covered sidewalks to my blue mini cooper, trying to unlock the door. I noticed something flapping from underneath my windshield wipers. I quickly snatched it and read the messing handwriting.

-Caught you this time you sly devil. $250 fine-

I groaned realizing that I had once again parked in the fire lane. They had placed a Denver boot on my car wheel, making it impossible for me to drive. I cringed at the idea that came to my mind.

I stood on the side of the road flaying my hands in the air. "Taxi!" I shouted at the top of my lungs. I hated riding in a taxi almost as much as Fred hated me. They always smell like cigar trays and the drivers are all forty year old creeps.

Before long, in the midst of my internal rant, one skid up on the side of the street. I smiled graciously as I slid into the back seat. I turned to my left to put my blue Gucci purse down and looked up realizing that I wasn't alone.

I gasped in horror recognizing the mischievous sparkling eyes that had annoyed the hell out of me for years and the messy chocolate brown hair. I felt my hands ball into fists and squinted my eyes. He returned the stare.

"What the hell are you doing in here?" he asked hissing.

"I'm trying to go to work!" I replied and giving him a stern look.

"Where to miss?" asked the driver glancing back at me.

"New York Times Office please," I said as the driver nodded.

"Why are you going there?" asked the boy who I so dreaded to see.

"Like I said, I'm going to work!" I snapped. He rolled his eyes.

"Just my luck." He muttered. "I have to go there too. Damn management believes its time for another interview."

"Oh fabulous!" I spit through clenched teeth. "I have to interview someone." I said glancing at my watch. 8:30. Great I was already 30 minutes late.

"Who?" he asked glaring at me once again. He fiddled his thumbs as his hair fell into his eyes. I rolled my eyes as I pulled out the file containing the necessary information.  

"Some guy," I gasped as I dropped the packet into my lap. Relization hit me like a freaking baseball bat.

"Oh God no." he groaned as he picked up the paper. I had to interview my old enemy a.k.a the guy sitting next me. A.K.A. to the public as Louis.

Louis Tomlinson

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E.