The Rogue | Louis Tomlinson

Chapter 15

Amelia Rogers

Despite being so famous now, Louis seems to be so...normal. Since he and his band are rising in the music industry, you can literally see their faces plastered in almost everywhere. If I'm not wrong, I counted 9 billboards of The Rogue while we're on our way home.

We talked about very random things while we were in the car and he was really down-to-earth. We talked about a bit of Politics, a bit of sports, their music (although nothing personal about their career) and a whole lot more. He's pretty much like a regular bloke you go to uni with. He isn't arrogant, he doesn't brag about his things or his success like other celebrities I've heard of, he's very decent, he isn't full of himself, he's just... He's just Louis.

Although we went off with a rough start and I thought he was very boastful, he proved me wrong. He is completely different. That night he came by Lily and I's apartment, when he told me of his efforts to pay me a visit just to apologize, I then knew that he may be a different person, different of who I thought he was but I never knew he would be this different.

We got stopped by a traffic enforcer along the way and he said Louis was going above the speed limit and said that he should slow down. Now, like how I've seen it in some movies, when these things happen to the lead role who acts as the celebrity of the movie, they'd normally say something that sort of goes like "Don't you know who I am? I'm a very famous artist, who are you!?" And the likes. Not literally those words, but kind of like that.

"Oh, I'm sorry officer. We're kind of in a hurry for something. It won't happen again." Louis politely told the man in his traffic enforcing suit.

"Damn right you are, son. This is a fair warning. Now drive off and make sure you're driving with the right speed." The man waves Louis off.

Louis was being polite not because he had to, knowing that dissing an officer may cause you more trouble, but because it was in his nature. He was just being himself, he didn't see any reason on why he should brag about who he is.

When we both fall into silence, I feel so rushed when I try to look at what's happening. To think that we've only talked once in person and now I'm with him in his car and it makes me judge my own actions. Louis is still a stranger to me but here I am, in his car as he drives me to my home. If his fans found out about this, they'd flip out.

Me: Hey, I can't explain how yet, I will later but I am currently in a car with Louis.

Lily: Louis? Who?

Me: Tomlinson. Front man of The Rogue, your favorite band.

Lily: Cute story. Are you in a cab?

Me: No Lily, I am with Louis.

Lily: What a beautiful story, Mia. How long did you come up with it? Seriously, did you get a cab or did the trains get their operations working again?

Me: I am not making this up! Believe me, I am with him! Train's still not working and I doubt a cab would take me all the way to Bedworth. PS. His car smells like fruit punch.

Lily: You need help. Your imaginations are going wild.

Lily: Didn't you say you wanted to rid anything related to Louis off your mind?

Me: *sends photo*

Lily: The photo won't open, I think my cellular isn't working well with videos and photos.

Lily: OHSNA MY GLD AMEIAL

Lily: HWO

Lily: YOURE SITTING NECT OT HIM OH MY GOF