You Make Me Wanna Die (Louis Tomlinson Fan Fiction)

Liam

I woke up, looking at my clock. 7am wrote the numbers. I sat up and looked at my chest of drawers. There sat my new rota. I walked over and picked it up, unfolding it and plopping myself back onto my bed.

Today was Sunday. Im off all day.

The rota read:

Monday - 11am-3pm

Tuesday - 10am-2pm

Wednesday - 1pm-6pm

Thursday - 9am-1pm

Friday - 9am-12pm

Saturday - OFF

Sunday - OFF

Woohoo! Free time! What am I meant to do now? I suppose I could go to the gym and then to the old bakery down town. I ran to my walk in wardrobe and rummaged through my clothes, I eventually found a gym outfit and a normal outfit. I filled my gym bag with my outfit, makeup, boxing gloves and hair things. I put on my sports bra, shorts, trainers and put my hair back in a high ponytail. I grabbed my phone from my charger and took my bag. I got in my Kia Sportage and drove for 40 minutes before I reached the gym with the bakery across the road. The bakery had 5 or 6 people in it and 2 staff members, I hope it doesn't get too crowded when I go.

I spent 1 hour on the treadmill, 30 minutes on the rowing machine and 1 hour at the boxing. I got changed, applied makeup and did my hair, carried my bag and put it in my car before taking my purse from under the chair and sliding on my sunglasses. I checked the weather on my phone and it was 34 degrees. Holy shit. I locked my car and looked over to the bakery, the same people where there, I guess I could eat. Once I walked in the door I heard the ring of the door bell and smelled the pastry.

I ordered a blueberry muffin and a white chocolate Mocha latte.Once I left I decided to go to the park to sit and do nothing but think. I walked for around 10 minutes until I was there, I sat on a sturdy dark wooden bench. I wallowed in my thoughts for a good 2 hours before I started to think about what happened last night. I rolled up my sleeves and saw the scars. I let a stray tear fall from my cheek.

"Hi love, mind if I sit with you?" I turned around and saw a very familiar face, he was tall with a shaved head, quite buff and an english accent.

"Yeah sure" I shuffled along the bench.

"You look quite familiar" He squinted his eyes at me.

"I've seen you in a photo before havent I?"

"No no no Im just ordinary. A normal no one" I chuckled. He gave me a crooked smile and stuck out his hand."Im liam, Liam Payne" I flinched from his hand.

"F-from one d-direction?" I stuttered.

"Oh god please tell me your not gonna scream" He closed his eyes and wrinkled his nose, waiting for the oncoming fangirl.

"Oh no, Im a fan just not that much of a fangirl" I explained

."So why did you flinch?"

"Its along story, Liam"

"Well, Its probably private, how about we get to know eachother?" He kindly offered

."That would be lovely" I smiled

."Im Mila Tyler" I continued.

"I know that name from somewhere!"

"No no no its probably just a figment of your imagination" I chuckled, he wouldnt know me.