The New Girl (Louis Tomlinson FanFic)

Hello. This is our first story so forgive us for grammar errors. Anyway,hope you like it. And if you don't, well We can't do anything about it. Louis is not famous on this book. But that's it. Bye!!

-M/H

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Have you ever tried being the new girl?

Yeah, I have. Mom, Dad and I have to move to Doncaster, England for their jobs. Mom is a fashion designer for Forever 21 and Dad owns a restaurant named after my mom, Paris. Mom had a new men's design and named it after my dad too, Pierre. Mom has an advantage with her job. She gets all the free clothes she wants. She gives me this pass that allows me to go into the shop and take anything I want, free of charge.

Even though they both have busy jobs, they make sure to have time with me. Dad sometimes go on business trips to London and Paris to see how the branch of his restaurant is there. He also bring us souvenirs and clothes bought from there. Our house keeper, Louisa, is always there for me. Se is like a second mom.

Anyway, back to the point. We have to move to Doncaster since Mom was promoted so she owns all the Forever 21 branches there. Dad also made two Paris' there about a while back so it was perfect. Our house was already packed and shipped to Doncaster.

I grabbed my white slightly silver handbag as my parents and I entered the private jet. I know what you're thinking, oh she's probably one of those snobby rich girls who gets into exclusive parties because of their parents, not because they worked for it. Well, you're wrong. I'm quite the opposite of that, actually.

I tied my platinum blonde hair after we sat down on one of the comfortable seats. I plugged in my white limited edition Beats to my iPhone5, waiting for the plane to depart. After about 10 minutes, we were finally flying smoothly in the air.

I got my small Apple laptop from my Chanel Diamond Forever Classic handbag. Since the designer of the bag are friends with Mum and Dad, she (I think it's a she) named it after our lat names. Diamond. Quite unique actually. But anyway, I quickly logged into my Facebook.

From my 5,000 followers, about half were online. But unfortunately, none of the are my best friends. My best friends' names are Naomi Anne Lee (she's half British but looks Chinese), Desdemona "Dessie" Allan, Beatrix "Trixie" May Colton and Fleur Isabelle LeStrange (she's French). The five of us are the populars of the school. They are the only real friends of mine. The others are just trying to be close to me so they can freeload on Mom's pass. Not gonna happen.

I exited my Facebook, finding nothing to do, and went on Twitter. My almost 10,000 followers were piling tweets on my page. Quite annoying, actually. But as I got bored with the social networking sites, I decided to watch a movie. I finally settled on watching 'The Devil Wears Prada.'

For the 9 hours of flying in a comfortable plane, I watched 2 movies and slept for the remaining hours. When we arrived, it was already afternoon. (A/N: Don't know how it works because we live in the Philippines.) We packed away the things removed from bags then exited the plane.

Since Mom has an old friend living here, she called her and asked her to hire a driver. I think her name was Johanna. But Johanna agreed but Mom said that she'll pay her. We exited the plane and saw the driver with the sign 'Diamond' with a woman beside her.

"Paris!" The woman squealed, hugging my mom in happiness.

"Jay! It's wonderful to see you again. This is my husband, Pierre, and our daughter, Lyric." Mom said, introducing us.

"Its nice to meet you." She smiled at me.

"Likewise." I grinned at her.

"How old are you, dear?" Johanna asked me.