One Direction Book

Louis Tomlinson x Reader - Home

Least to say? I'm tired.

Most to say? I'm homeless and keep having to go from homeless shelter to homeless shelter in order to have a roof over my head and food to eat. Doncaster had a huge wait list when it came to poverty, apparently and it was hard to stay at one place for a long time.

All I could think about was my best friend since childhood, Louis Tomlinson. Our mums were best friends and ever since he left for his first ever live tour, I haven't seen him.

What hurt the most was that I knew he'd forget about me despite his promise not to. I mean, he took my first kiss, took me on my first date, and then left when he was given the chance.

Louis didn't have the choice to leave with his family, so when he got his chance when he was put together with One Direction, that was his free ticket out of Doncaster.

Louis didn't care about me. He was an amazing actor and he knew it. He tricked me.

It's been two years since I've seen him and he hasn't reached out once...

Or so I thought.

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I was outside my current homeless shelter, smoking a cigarette, minding my own business, completely and contently by myself. I watched as the cars drove by and how people walked past me, giving me either disgusted, pitiful, or sad looks on their way.

Everything was just as it was(😭) until an expensive looking car with tinted windows abruptly stopped, nearly causing an accident, before speedily driving into the parking lot of my homeless shelter.

"Rich pricks," I mumbled, rolling my eyes as I watched the car settle into a handicapped spot. Rolling my eyes, I looked away, taking a long, very much needed drag of my cigarette.

"Y/n!"

No.

No.

I was hallucinating that voice.

That voice that I knew all too well.

"Y/n!"

Fuck.

Just act natural.

A large hand landed on my arm, making me come face to face with a man that looked exactly like my childhood love, except slightly older.

The man still has his charming grin, the tiny dimples in his cheeks that were now slightly curtained with a stubble. His eyes were still bright and a gorgeous, diamond blue color. His cheekbones and jawline were both stronger and his cheek fat sank in. His lashes were fuller than ever and his hair was styled in a lazy quiff. His lips... Pink and plump as ever.

Two arms snapped me from my trance, pulling me into the man's bigger frame, his hug tight and loving. He smelt just like he used to; axe body spray with a hint of a cheap cologne and laundry detergent.

He felt like home.

But I couldn't say that aloud. He abandoned me.

I was pissed...

Or, I thought I was...?

Being in his arms felt like we were kids again, at a time where things were better.

"Oh, I've missed you so much!" Louis gushed into my shoulder as he squeezed me tightly. I just leaned into his embrace, unsure if I wanted to kiss or punch his cheek. "Me too," I mumbled into his shoulder.

Louis pulled back and gave me a smile. He then looked around and then saw the poster on the wall next to me. His smile faltered slightly.

"Why are you at a homeless shelter, love?" Louis asked innocently with a chuckle, making me feel slightly guilty, even though I shouldn't. I just gave him a look that made his smile completely falter.