All too well; Louis Tomlinson Ft. One direction

The start of the end.

Hi guys, this is my first ever fanfiction that I've written, so I know it's gonna be cringe but please just hang around, I promise It will be worth it! I'm not really sure where I got the idea to write this, but I'm doing it! I've read lots of fanfictions in the past but writing one is definitely different. This is definitely going to be very classic Wattpad writing, and very inexperienced. And if you are reading this 🤗 ily.
Also here's some like casting for the book so you can imagine what the characters look like cause lowkey I get pissed when people don't show me what they look like... but idk maybe that's just my weird ass 💀

KAY played by Sabrina Carpenter:

DANIELLA played by Danielle Peazer I changed that a lot right...

Lacy Adams played by Gracie Abrams I literally just rhymed the names... :

Louis Tomlinson as himself:

I DONT RLLY WANNA DO EVERYONE FROM 1D BUT THE ERAS ARE: FRAT BOY HARRY AND NIALL CAUSE YEAH. ZAYN WITH THE BLONDE AT THE TOP OF HIS HAIR. LOOK. IT UP. AND LIAM BALD BC I CHOOSE VIOLENCE. "What do u bring Liam... NO HAIR"...
Also take it into account that they may have not looked like this and gracie and Sabrina might have been babies but IDC! 🤪

Let the hell begin.

"I walked through the door of my very first apartment today! Mine. Like all to myself. No annoying little siblings and parents fighting, just me. I guess you could say I've been waiting for this moment to arrive for a while, which you out of all people know. But it is bittersweet. I already did my goodbyes and said bye to my family, so everyone's okay there, I guess. Noones called, just got a couple of messages of good luck. Of the three hours I've been here in New York, I can tell you, it's amazing. Well if you disregard the littered streets, rats, and people who ask things like, "oh you're from England, eh?" And then start talking in their mocky British accents. I just stand and laugh awkwardly like it's funny. It's not. And I don't even have an accent really. But that's okay. I miss everyone's accents back home, including yours, already, but these American accents remind me of when we lived here. I'm going to miss seeing you everyday, so much. I promise I'll come and visit. Stay safe.
Much love,
Kay

I sign the letter and put it in an envelope to send out later as I sit on my small bed in my empty apartment. And smile to myself. This time yesterday I was sitting on my bed back at home. "Home." No, that wasn't home was it, is this home now? No, not really, it's a dainty apartment, but it's alright.

I'll miss England, but being back in the states brings a form of nostalgia for me. Even if I was only a toddler here, seeing pictures of me here and finally being back, it's a full circle moment.

I moved from Texas to England when I was four years old. From there I grew up in a small town in England. With lots of families and kind old people. Everyone knew everyone and everything. Who's smashing who, what new business are opening, what that teacher did and when. All interesting stuff really.

My name is Kaeyln but most people call me kay. I'm 19 years old and I have like absolutely no clue what I'm doing with my life. But dad says thats okay, and that I'm not supposed to know yet. At nineteen it's okay, isn't it? It is. He suggested maybe some independence would do me good. Which made my mom throw an absolute hissy fit but he insisted.
He said, "put those long legs to use and go travel". Which made my mom choke on her martini at dinner, saying it would be irresponsible for me to do so when I'm in the peak of my studying opportunities. They fought, but I made my own decision to leave, and listened to my dad in the end.

I'm not sure he expected me to travel so far away though. And permanently. But, carpe diem, right? Seize the day? I remember reading that in a magazine at the airport.

I tie up my short blonde hair and put on a big t shirt, an ex boyfriends. I look in the mirror and stare.

I wasnt necessarily the prettiest girl, but I was okay looking. I have blonde hair, that used to be long before I cut it pretty short, a little bit longer than my shoulders, and I'm pretty built from when I played football at my boarding school in England. Or, I would say "fit" I guess.

I sit in bed and turn on Netflix and put on something random and scroll on my phone, where I see a band post, one direction? Blah blah blah, vote us this, ugh whatever. Haha just joking of course. I most def voted for them like twenty times... Even though I only know that one song with the na na na na, I feel like I'm doing a good deed.

After scrolling on Twitter for a bit I shut my phone off and watch Camp Rock. As I slowly drift to sleep.
I quickly sit up when I awake from a knock at my door. Strange... Saying  that I only moved here like 5 hours ago, who could that be? I walk to the door and open it where a short brunette girl is smiling. "Er-" she cuts me off,

"heyyyy roomie!"

I stare in confusion, she had on a tight black mini skirt and a black cropped shirt with doc martens, her dark wavy hair fanning around her neck, she looked like a super model- and she was kind of familiar.

"sorry who are you?"

She just keeps smiling with her perfect set of teeth, "I'm Daniella, my friends call me danny though, and I'm your roomie!"

Her infectious smile made me smile back a little. This must've been what the manager meant when he said I'd be sharing the flat with someone else, but I had forgotten he had said that at all.

"Oh I think the manager guy told me I'd have a roommate"

I assure her, trying to make things less awkward for her.

"Yep!" She says popping the p, "so can I come inside?-"
" oh yea- sorry"
I laugh and let her inside to the room cluttered in boxes.

"Dang girl this is a lot" she chuckles.

"Uh yeah," I scratch the back of my neck awkwardly, "I just got here from England today"

She smiles at me, "My boyfriend's from England, it's quite a pretty place innit?" She jokes with a cockney accent.

I nod, "yeah but I needed- just some change ya know?"

She nods understandingly, "I completely get it" she laughs and sits on the couch, texting on her blackberry,

About an hour later I've started unpacking in my room and running around the flat placing stuff all around when Danny knocks on my door. "Hey looking good" she says walking around my room and siting on my sheetless bed.
"Oh those don't have sheets yet.." she cuts me off,
"wanna do something fun?" She asks, eyes glued to her phone.
"Uh- they're brand new so I can put them on" I say focused on the sheets.
"Let's go to a concert girl!" She says and I twist my fingers stressed about my new bed set.
"Okay? Can I just put the sheets..." she cuts me off again and jumps up "YAY!"

And thank god she's off the bed.