I have always been so distrustful all my life I would question every little thing, like everyone must have an ulterior motive, maybe because I grew up in a world where truths can be bent. My dad had instilled in me to never trust so easily because people would do anything for power and power is exactly what our family has.
My family has been dominating the corporate world for God knows how long, for generations we were on top of the scale at least nationally, though our name has already been cemented globally too through expansions and international partnerships.
And to live in that kind of environment was never a walk in the park.
It's like you were a microorganism under a microscope, people would meticulously scrutinize each one of your weaknesses. You don't have a choice but to build a strong fortification to somehow protect yourself from the vultures that slowly pick through to your soul.
Louis Tomlinson though was in an entirely different scale. He was not like the usual type of people I get to be brushing shoulders with. He was not like some gold digging, power hungry, even political prostitutes that usually surround me. He's a superstar and I'm talking about worldwide fame range here.
Not to belittle anyone or something, but I was raised in a family that has a low regard for people from show business. I mean the scandals and everything that's involved in it. Not that I have an issue with it personally, it's just a common belief amongst those in the upper box of the society to steer clear from these people. Although, hypocrisy aside, corporate world was just about as dirty as any, may it be show business or politics.
Well, what I was actually saying was that I didn't know how to deal with his massive fame. I mean, where would I put Louis in all that? I mean up to this time of my life Louis was not supposed to be an option.
The engagement party that I was supposed to be part of was a nightmare that's looming in the corner of my mind no matter how hard I shove it down my drawer of things to forget.
Groan.
Ugh! Why would Enrique be proposing in front of the whole country? He was just so thick sometimes. I practically broke up with him when I told him I needed space and he thought the proposal would change my mind. I couldn't stand it. I literally ran. Now, I was faced with so many angry wolves ready to devour me whole at home.
I tossed around in my makeshift bed.
"Don't disappear on me again."
I was sprawled on the sofa in the living room of Justin's flat, thinking of what is happening in my life right now. I have given up trying to fall asleep. The alcohol alone in my system should be enough to knock me down but sleep still eluded me. I can still hear the crisp echo of Louis' words replaying over and over in my head. And still it's making me weak in the knees every time.
Deep sigh.
I left the club earlier before I would have the misfortune to conk out again. Louis tried to offer a ride but I didn't let him simply because of the horde of paparazzi waiting for him outside of the club. We had to argue about it for about an hour before he unwillingly let me go.
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Stop the Chase (L.T. Fanfiction)
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