That Boy Down The Street (Louis Tomlinson Fanfic)*UNDER CONSTRUCTION*

That Boy Down The Street (Louis Tomlinson Fanfic)

*Hey guys this is my first story I've ever written if its really bad just tell me and I'll stop writing forever, if you like it please vote!! :) x*

---Roses POV---

"Rose get up now!!" Mum yells from the kitchen. I roll over and glance at the clock "But it's only 6:30!!" I groan. Mum leans in the doorway, "It's your first day at Doncaster High today remember, and I have to take Sam to preschool." I look at her and grunt.

"Hurry up then" she says and walks back out, I roll my eyes and slowly crawl out of bed. I stretch and head into the bathroom to splash some water on my face to wake myself up.

"Dosey!!" I turn around and see Sam standing there with his bottle in his hand and a big grin on his face. "Hey buddy!" I smile and pick him up. He gives me a sloppy kiss on my nose "Ew Sam haha" I put him back down and grab his hand, "Let's go get some breakfast" "Okie dokie" he smiles. How could you fit so much cuteness in such a little boy?

We walk out into the kitchen where mum was making our lunches I sigh, "Mum I'm old enough to make my own lunch you know?" "I know". I lift Sam up into his high chair and pour us some cereal. "Fank you Dosey" I grin, "Your welcome bub".

I quickly eat my cereal and dump my bowl in the sink. I walk into my room and open my draws. "What to wear on the first day" I mumble to myself. I didn't have many warm clothes since I had just moved from Australia to England. I was surprised by the big difference in the weather.

I finally settle on a white t-shirt, a blue V-neck sweater and black Jeanie pants. I slipped my grey vans on and looked in the mirror. My hand flew up to my bed hair "Oh my god, I almost forgot to do my hair!!" I gushed. I walked into the bathroom and switched the straightener on.

While I wait for it to heat up I log on to facebook to check my notifications. Most of them are from my friends saying how much they missed me, I message back saying how much I missed them too. It has been 3 weeks since I have talked to anyone my own age. The time differences really suck too, we hardly get to talk to each other.

I straighten my hair and turn the straightener off. I grab my bag and lunch off mum. "Thanks mum", I kiss her on the forehead. "Have a good day honey". I walk over to Sam and hug him "Bye bye Sam, have a good day at preschool!" "Bye bye sissy, habe a good day at 'cool!!"

I grin at him, and walk towards the front door. Here we go I thought.