The Accidental Text (Louis Tomlinson)

Chapter One

Tiffany's P.O.V

I gulped down my water, sweat dripping down my forehead.

"Ugh."

Every night I do twenty push-ups, sixty crunches, I jog for nineteen minutes, and then do seventy jabs into my wave master. I love being active.

Just as I'm about to step into my shower, my phone buzzes.

Yo man, come to the party at nine o'clock tonight! The address is 227 Arrow head drive, London, UK. Don't be late (:

I looked at the screen with a quizzical look. What? Whoever sent this must have wanted to send this to the wrong person. Sighing, I put my phone down and jump into the shower.

*****

"So, I got this text and its talking about some party. What should I do? Should I just ignore it or tell them that that have to wrong number?" I ask my friend, Sarah. My dirty blonde hair is still dripping from the shower and with my phone on my shoulder, I'm drying it.

"Go! Live a little," Sarah shouted. Sarah has always been pretty carefree and risky.

"Hmmm? Okay, but let me remind you I don't do this often."

"Okay. Now go! See you tomorrow!"

I laughed and hung up. Then I got in my blue dress and heels. I also curled my dirty blonde hair and did my makeup.

*****

As I pulled up to the house, I got out of my Honda Accord. Before I knocked on the door, I stared at the house, well mansion. It was huge! A lot bigger than I could ever afford. I walked up to the door, and knocked on the black door. A girl in a short black strapless girl opened up. Her straightened ombre and red lips made it look like she often goes to parties and lives her life to the high.

"Hey! Come in, the party's sick! My name is Stella by the way!" She screamed. I nodded smiling and stepped in.

As I made my way I looked around. Everyone was going wild. There were beer bottles and soda cans thrown everywhere in the party. In the corner was a group of teenagers smoking weed and sticking needles in their arms. Oh my fucking god.

"What are you talking about, Harry? I know that I sent the text! Okay okay, the address is 227 Arrow Head Drive, London. Okay. Bye," the guy said hanging up. He had a black t-shirt and black skinny jeans. His brown hair was quite messy, and he had sea blue eyes. When the guy caught me staring, he smiled and sent me a wink. A blushed crepted on my face, and before I knew it, he started to walk over to me.

"I caught you staring," he smirked. "I'm Louis by the way. Louis Tomlinson."

I stuck my hand out. "Tiffany Heart. Are you also in college?"

"Yep. Junior."

"Really? Me too! Too bad I haven't seen you around," I laughed.

"It is funny, huh?"

I nodded. Louis lead me to the kitchen and poured me a sprite.

"Tell me about yourself!" Louis said in a perky way.

"Well, my full name is Tiffany Jessica Heart. Call me Tif by the way. My favorite color is green. I love shopping, Starbucks, and exercising. I hate anything cheesy or lovey-dovey. Oh, and I have a fourteen-year-old brother named Jason!" I informed, smiling.

"Okay, I'll tell you about myself later. But I want to know, how did you get hear? I mean, who are you with?" Louis asked.

"Erm, well..." I started to blush. "I got some text that was supposed to go to somebody else but my friend Sarah told me to just go," I said in probably the most awkward way possible. Damn it, Tiffany. Louis looked at me with an eyebrow raised.

"Really? Can I see the text?"

I nodded my head and unlocked my phone then passed it to him. Louis went to my messages and suddenly burst out laughing.

"What?" I ask perplexed.

"I sent that!" Louis screams, following a chuckle.

"Sure, mkayyy," I say with an eyebrow raised.

Louis pulls out his phone and goes to his contacts. At the top, it has the exact number that was sent to me. I look at his phone, and just like him, start laughing.

"My friend Harry got an iPhone 6, and the people at the phone store forgot to transfer his old contacts. Then Harry told me to text him the details to the party. I guess I put in a few wrong numbers. Quite amusing if you ask me."

"Oh. Well then I guess you already have my number," I reply grinning. Shit Tiffany, don't grin. Ugh you're so weird.

"Louis!!!! Come here, man! Niall is going to chug a tube of beer!" screams a deep voice.

"That's my friend, Harry. Come on," Louis says.

I smile and get up, following him. What an interesting conversation.