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Wrong number story between music icon Ophelia and Tony Stark.
There will be texting, Instagram, songs, albums along with a lot of irl stuff.
She's famous, friends...
Alan turned her phone off after reading the E!News article and got up from her bed to go look at herself in the full body mirror.
Has she really been neglecting her health more than she's realising? She just doesn't feel hungry lots of the time. She doesn't have time for food. She has to think and do so many things that eating is just starting to take up too much time for her. Makeup, hair, clothes, appointments, interviews, photoshoots, tour, fittings, parties, traveling, packing, writing music, preparing her album and single release, it all seemed more important than eating. If she ate, she didn't have time, so she didn't. It was simple.
But maybe she was going too far this time?
She promised Tony she would do better, she clearly isn't.
"Beep beep beeeeeeep!" Louis came into the room with a plate of food and the other hand holding cutlery while lifting his shoulders up and down in a funny matter. "Got a call from your boyfriend telling me to make sure you've 'ad your breakfast, babe."
She rolled her eyes playfully and met him half way across the room.
"He's not my boyfriend."
"Sorry, soon to be. Anyways, here's some chicken stuffed with mozzarella cheese wrapped in parma ham with homemade mashed potato's on the side. Honestly can't get better than this." He made an exaggerated happy face with his mouth wide open and eyebrows all the way up.
"Lovely Louis, expect that's not a breakfast meal." She laughed at his childishness.
"Fine, more food for me then." He shrugged his shoulders and before he could turn around with the food she took the plate.
"I'll still eat it anyways. It's very rare I get to eat chicken stuffed with mozzarella wrapped in Parma ham with a side of homemade mashed potato's made the authentic Tommo way."
"I take that as a compliment." He bowed and they walked out of the room.
"It is a compliment. You may not know how to cook, but you cook this well for some reason."
"Ay, I appreciate it lad. I appreciate it."
They sat down at the table and started quietly eating. Alana deliberately slowed down her chewing because if she didn't, then she'd be done halfway through the meal and Louis wouldn't have finished yet. This way, he finished before her and she would take a bite or two more before saying she was full. Which she most likely will be anyways.
Louis suddenly gasped out of his dazed state and stared at her.
"What's wrong?" She asked.
"Does that mean you and I, we could never be like them, no,no, that's not the point. Ugh, why do I always sing the song if I say part of the lyric? But does this mean we're not making out anymore?"
"Why would we be not making out anymore?"
"Because you're with Tony."
"Oh right, but we're not together. Yet again it would feel like cheating if we kissed or anything."
"So not even little pecks!?" Louis groaned and shoved food in his mouth as she watched him with amusement.
"You're really something Louis Tomlinson."
He rested his elbows on the table and starred at her for a while.
"Alana, I love you, I hope you know that."
She blushed at the suddenness and felt happy.
"Yes Louis. I do know that. Thank you for loving me. I love you too."
"If that Tony breaks your heart, babe, if he does. Then I'll be the next avenger level threat they'll have to deal with I'm not even jokin with ya luv. And then you and I will get married. Because I'm sick of seeing you get broken hearted over men that are not worth it. My mum raised me right. I'll know exactly how to treat you like a gentleman. And we'll have kids if you'd like. Give Freddie a sibling or two, and we'd spend time raising them and taking a break."
She was going to make a joke about what he was saying, but when he mentioned his mum, she stopped. Louis didn't like mentioning his mum in anything. So he must be pretty serious.
"Sounds like a plan."
"Glad you like it. Now, we have sound check to hurry up to. Did you think of your outfit yet?"
"For sound check? Nope. Feel free." She gave him permission before he even asked, because she knew he was going to ask to pick her outfit for her.
"Yesss! Be right back. And don't force yourself to eat if you've genuinely had enough." He ran over to her side of the table, kissed her head, and ran to her room.
"Tony, you've got some tough competition now." She said while getting up to put the food away.
She sat lounging on the sofa when Louis came back.
"Who you texting?" He asked her with the clothes draped over his shoulder, holding onto them from the hooks of the hangers.
"Tony, he was asking if I ate and we just started talking a bit."
"Okay, what do you think of this?"
"It doesn't matter what I think, you're going to force me to wear it anyways." She got up and walked over to him, extending her hand so he would give her the clothes.
"True that. So hurry along and get changed, I want to see." He shooed her away and she laughed as she got in her room to change.
Alana Evans Story
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