"Bye babe, i'll call you later" I said to my tutor Jack as I exit his range rover. "I'll be waiting for your call then" he called out as he backed out my drive way and drove away, pass the huge gate that separated my house from the annoying paparazzi's. I trudged to my front door and I pushed open the huge heavy oak door. Once inside I drop my backpack and took of my shoes. Maids rushed to pick up my mess.
"Mom I'm home" I said to the silent place I called my home, except for the workers going about their duties. I didn't hear an "I'm here boobear" which meant she was gone. I sighed knowing she wont be home for a couple of days. I was about to head to my room since I knew I wouldn't see my mom but my "nanny" told me that my mom would arrive shortly. I thanked her and began to ascend up the grand stairs that lead to my bedroom at the very end of the hall. I passed through all the creepy pictures my mom bought as "decoration". I made it to my poster filled door that lead to my sanctuary. I opened the door and saw three maids cleaning the mess I created earlier. They always do this, I shooed them away. They quickly left leaving me to see camera flashed through my curtains. God dammit this fucking paparazzi's never let me be in peace.
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My mom is the famous designer of the most popular brand called BooBear. Boobear is her nickname for me, I love it when she calls me that. No one knows i'm the son of the famous designer except my friends and well...the whole fucking privet school. I try to be as lowkey as possible during school hours. Yes I get noticed by the paparazzi's and classmates but I get a lot of attention when i'm with her but I always have bodyguards round me to help hiding me from the paparazzi's. People don't exactly know how I look like, they just know that my name is Louis and that I'm "short", like for real short i'm 5'8". Okay,okay I lied i'm 5'4". Can't a short person dream big? Any who they also know that I have gorgeous brown hair,that i'm 16 years old and that i'm a rich spoiled "brat". I agree, what I want I get. Simple as that.
"Roger!! I need you to call security. Some paps made it past our fence. Once they do their job fire them." I told my butler.
"Yes Sir, I will do as you wish." and off he went with the snap of my fingers. Seconds later I see through my curtains that the security is pushing the paparazzi's out of our property. I feel more at peace so I connect my iphone to my sound system and blast Flawless by The Neighbourhood. This song is so addicting, don't get me started on the band mates. As I'm jamming out Roger comes in telling me my mom has arrived but with a guest. I rush out my room and down the stairs. I snap my fingers to a maid to get me my shoes. In matter of seconds I have my favorite Toms on.
"You're mom is waiting for you in the family room sir" I give a nod to the maid and headed that way. I arrived in front of the door and straighten out my clothes before pushing open the door.
"Mom, you're here! I thought you left me again." I mumbled in to her shoulder since I was hugging her. She gave me a "hug", in reality its her just letting her arm ghost around my body. "I'm here now aren't I Louis? Now please release me so I can introduce you to my guest" I did as she asked and pulled away and turned to see the most sexiest man I have ever laid eyes on.
(A/N) This is the first chapter :)THIS IS ALL IN LOUIS POINT OF VIEW UNLESS I SAY SO *snaps fingers in z formation* please leave me feedback and also vote........only if you like. I will be doing dedications so if you want a dedication comment something, okay? Okay :) I will leave you with this, bye lovies x
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