Letters To Louis Tomlinson- One Direction Fan Fic

Chapter 1

Today is a normal Saturday, just me and my phone. I sit on my bed looking through Twitter looking at all of the notifications I have (not really). It is currently October and the warmer weather is starting to fade away. Here in Connecticut, its hot during the summer, warm in the spring, and well cold during the winter and fall.

Right now I'm just trying to enjoy the weekend before I have to go back to high school on Monday. The only bright side of going to school this year is that I am a senior so it will all be over with soon. I am pulled away from my thoughts when I come across a picture of Louis hugging a fan. I started to like One Direction about 2 years ago,  I fell in love with their music before I started to like them in general. For a while I didn't know what they looked like, that is until one day I was sitting around just listening to their music and decided to look them up because I was curious. All of them are special, but there was something about Louis that grabbed my attention that very moment. Every time I see a fan with him I  get upset and I have no idea why, I can't help but be jealous and envy this girl that is getting the famous Tomlinson hug while I sit here hugging myself.

It might sound stupid but I just can't help but love the way Louis is with his fans and how he can be serious yet charismatic at the same time. It makes me love him as a person. I feel like somehow we have so much in common, even though I barely know anything about him personally. Sure I know the basics, but it is the same thing that everybody else knows. I want to get to know him, who wouldn't? But I know that it is nearly impossible. So many girls love him and they are probably way better than I am. It breaks my heart to face the truth. But it is life. The simple yet boring life of Stephanie Marie.

I'm not the most positive person when it comes to situations like this and many people know that. As I grew up I lived with my mom but she wasn't a very good mother,  she was always bringing somebody different home every night. Maybe if she didn't drink constantly then I could have tolerated my life. But the drinking, different guys, and late night partying.. It was just too much for me to handle, especially as a child. The worst part was when she brought home the different men, they would always try to touch me. My older sister Courtney was there to protect me in the beginning but as soon as she turned 18 she moved out. Who could blame her?

When she moved out I was so lonely and scared.The only thing that got me out of that house was school and I was thankful for that. But when I got home I would go straight to my bedroom which only had a twin bed, a closet, and a bathroom. My closet had about 3 pairs of pants and 4 shirts. Nothing much but I was grateful to have something. If I didn't buy my own clothes then I would have nothing. It was like I had no mother, it was just a stranger living with me.

One day I was sitting in my bed thinking about how much I hated my life. I was 16 and I wanted to get out of that house, it was my only dream. If my sister could do it then I could do it too. The next day I went out and got a job at a local diner. Sure it wasn't the best job but it was enough to help me get out of that house. Every time I got payed I would put the money inside a pair of my socks hidden in the back of my closet. I never spent a dime of that money. It had payed off because here I am 3 years later, all on my own.

With the money I had I took a bus to Miami, we lived in Orlando, I wanted to go somewhere further away so I wouldn't be too close to home. So I moved to this smaller part of Miami and I'm currently renting a small apartment at the age of 18. The apartment isn't great but it's enough for me to survive and be happy. There's a medium sized bathroom, and a small living room which has a small flat screen tv I bought and a small sofa that came with this place.Then there's a kitchen which has an oven, microwave and sink. My bedroom has a twin bed that also was here when I bought this apartment with a closet and small flat screen tv that I also bought myself. I was happy in this small apartment.

I am in the middle of watching Horrible Bosses lost in my thoughts when my phone goes off. I unlock my phone to see it is my older sister Courtney and her best friend Britney. We have always talked, we are all very close especially because we all like One Direction, of course.

I look to see that Courtney said "Hey Stephanie did you see Louis tweet?" I start to think back to what I recently did and send a reply " No, I'll check now." With that I exit out of Imessage and go to Twitter to search Louis' account. It is easier to do this because it always takes longer going through my feed. When I get to his account I see he tweeted: "You can insult me but never my fans." This makes my heart melt. He loves and cares for his fans. I really wish there was some way to talk to him personally.

I go back to our group chat (s=Stephanie,b=Britney,c=Courtney).

S- I just checked Twitter, why is he so sweet it kills me😭

C-😂

B-haha

S- guys I just really want to meet him or talk to him it literally kills me. I feel like I know him so well, but I really don't.

C- it's okay steph I'm sure you will meet him one day

B- yeah

S- yea....

B- I mean you could always try and get his attention

S-?

B- Tweet him everyday with reasons why you want to meet him, it's worth a try right?

S- That doesn't sound like a bad idea, but I don't want to annoy him

C- I'm sure it wouldn't be annoying if he saw it, I'm sure it would mean a lot to him

S- yea true. Hey guys I'll text you later I'm watching Horrible Bosses 😆 ttyl✌🏻️

B-bye

C-bye

With that I put the group chat on do not disturb because I know that they are going to keep texting in it. I don't want my phone to blow up. After that I turn back to the movie, but I can't help but think about Britney's idea. Maybe she is right I mean it's worth a try. But I don't want to annoy him. Ehhh but yet again he probably won't even see it. It sure isn't a bad idea I think to myself again trying to get myself to woman up and not worry about it. He probably won't even see it, he gets like thousands of tweets a day. I decide not to even think of the topic anymore. I pause my movie and pull out my phone once again. You never know until you at least try right?

I open my notes because I won't be able to fit my message in Twitter, that stupid word limit.  I open my notes and start typing immediately, I try to be hopeful that maybe he will notice it but I'm not sure. I'm not going to get my hopes up because I don't want to be hurt and find  out that I have written these letters for nothing, which will probably end up happening anyway. But at least it will hurt less.

Hi readers! Hope you liked this chapter. I will update frequently. Ill also try and update my other books. You probably think it's stupid for me to write 3 books at once but I like writing and I keep coming up with ideas so yea... Thanks for reading!
-Hannah:)