Back For You (Louis Tomlinson Fan Fiction)

New story I thought of. Idk if you'll like this :)

THE TITLE IS NOT THE OFFICIAL ONE :) SO IT'S GOING TO BE CHANGED IN SOME POINT xx

Summary: 

Louis William Tomlinson, my bestfriend. He left me, not caring to text me, call me, or even ask "Hey, how are you doing Ash?"

To be completely honest, I'm "one of the boys" meaning, i don't really hang out with girls, i don't like wearing dresses, heels, I'm good with my plain converse shoes, or flats. I don't like being called Ashley, I'm better of with Ash, why? Because my dad used to call me Ash, and when people call me "Ash" is the only way I remember him. Back to me, I love skateboarding, soccer, and other athletic games. 

Louis, leaving me was the hardest part of my life. Because he's always been there for me, and him being not with me is just........ Hard. When Louis left, everything changed. From me, wearing boyish shorts, to short shorts. But no, I still don't wear make up, actually, I do. Just a bit though. But I'll forever be his tomboy.

Summary may change, when my friend makes a better one :)

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Prologue:

"She shoots, she scores!" I screamed, and ran around the football field. 

Louis ran to me, and bro fisted with me, and hugged me tightly. WE WON THE GAME.

"That's my girl." Louis patted my head.

I fixed my jersey shorts, straightening it out, and fixing my hair, tying it up again.

"Ash!" Louis screamed, as he sat down on one of the benches. I walked over to him and sat down beside my idiotic bestfriend, Louis William Tomlinson.

"Yup?" I asked popping the 'p'

"I'm going to audition for the x-factor!" He chirped, and gave me a huge grin.

"Well, that's amazing!" I gave him one of the most fake smiles, I could give. "Goodluck buddy!"

"Ashley Simone Harries, stop faking that smile. You can join too!" He held my hand.

"I told you stop calling me Ashley, or Simone. It's ASH A-S-H." I corrected him.

"Ash," He said again. "Audition with me, I know you love singing." He begged.

"Louis, you and I both know. I do not know how to sing." I said, sternly.

"Seriously Ash?" He chuckled. "You are the most talented person I have ever met! You play football, you know how to play the piano, you skate, you sing."

"No, Lou." I denied.

"Fine, could you at least come with me when I audition?" He asked. "For you know, g'luck?"

"Fine, I'd agree to that but nothing else." I smiled.

He squealed like a girl, and hugged me tightly. "Thank you Ash! I love youuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!" He sang. "See you tomorrow, 6 AM. I'm coming to pick you up. Wear something, girly... Not boyish. Okay?" He smiled

"But Lou-" He cut me off by kissing my cheek and running towards the exit. Waving goodbye.

I don't even have girly clothes, because.... I just don't like looking like a slut. (A/N: her meaning of girly clothes are like skimpy skirts, dresses, etc.)

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"It's time to get up! IT'S TIME TO GET UP! ASHLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEY GET UP!" My phone screamed. Louis recorded that for me, when I wouldn't get up before.

Groaning, I swatted my phone, as it fell to the ground making a loud 'THUD'  as it fell.

Oh shit, Louis' audition was today!

I jumped out of bed and ran towards the bathroom.

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I wore black skinny jeans. A plain white shirt, and my black converse.      

I left my hair in it's natural state, blond and curly. Most girls are absolutely jealous of me, why? Because Louis Tomlinson, the hottest guy in school, is my bestfriend, and I have the "dream hair" anyone could ever wish for.

But then, I'm a bit tomboy-ish, and nothing's gonna change that. I'm one of the boys, I don't put make up, I don't wear dresses, heels, skirts, and etc. Because I just don't.

After 6 minutes, Louis barged in my room. He eyed me from top to bottom.

"I said Girly  not plain." He put an emphasis on the girly part.

"These ARE my girly clothes, Lou." I frowned, feeling like a disappointment to Louis.

"Whatever." He smiled, lightening up our moods. He held my wrist and pulled me downstairs.      

"Mum, Lou's gonna audition for the x-factor, and I'm coming with, for ya know... Moral support!" I smiled.      

She looked up at me, and waved me off. She's always been like this ever since dad's car accident, and now he's in a coma.      

She continued to type on her laptop, I just sighed, and walked out of my room, following Louis to their car.      

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"Oh, it's what you do to me...." Louis sang, his angelic voice filling our ears.      

I could literally hear my heartbeat, because I was nervous for Louis.      

"I hope he gets in." Lottie mumbled.      

"Yeah." I smiled at the blond girl.      

She grabbed my hand, I squeezed it gently, and she smiled at me. Lottie and I, are like sisters. I was always there for her whenever she needed help.      

Louis came running out of the stage, tears were beaming down his face. I smiled and opened my arms, he gladly accepted it and hugged me.       

"I knew you'd get through." I whispered and pulled back, planting a kiss on his cheek. He smiled and walked over to Jay, and hugged her tightly, and cried on her shoulder.      

He pulled back and walked beside me, placing an arm on my shoulder.      

"I did it." He smiled.      

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I hope you'll like this :)       

This will have slow updates, so bear with me since I still have "My Cousin's Bestfriend" to write      

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xo nics