A Lost Hope (Louis Fanfic)

Chapter 6- Troublesome Tommo

'Cause all I know is we said, "Hello."

And your eyes look like coming home

All I know is a simple name

Everything has changed

All I know is you held the door

You'll be mine and I'll be yours

All I know since yesterday is everything has changed

Everything Has Changed- Taylor Swift ft. Ed Sheeran

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The sound of water bubbling in a kettle wakes me up. I rub my eyes as a inky light spills through my blinds. I try to determine if I hear something or if it was a hallucination. A cough echoes through my apartment. Yep, someone is definitely in here besides me.

I grab a wooden baseball bat hidden under my bed (don't judge; you never know what you may encounter in New York) and tiptoe my way into the kitchen. A tall male stands, back to me, in boxers, stirring a mug of tea. Now on a daily basis I would scream and run full force swinging the bat like a Neolithic Homo Sapien but when you see someone with as nice back muscles as that, you don't really want to go bruising them. I clear my throat, bat in hand a ready to swing.

"Get the hell outta my kitchen! I gotta a bat and I'm not afraid to use it!" I yell. He whirls around as yesterday's events flood my mind. Louis in the cab, me having to interview him, him ruining my papers for my book, the date, him crashing on my couch. Louis gives me a confused look.

"You've got any Advil?" He asks rubbing his head.

"That's not how to greet someone in the morning."

"Says the girl who threatened to hit me with a bat," he smirks. I roll my eyes.

"Well sorry I forgot that my ex-boyfriend/stalker is bunking at my flat!"

"I thought you didn't drink last night?" Louis replied. I scoff.

"I'm not exactly known for remembering much in the morning hours," I hiss. Louis chuckles.

"So you got any Advil?" He asks again. I roll my eyes.

"In the cabinet left of the sink," I say placing the bat on the table and plopping down in a chair. Louis raises an eyebrow as I rest my head down on the smooth wood.

"What I'm tired!" I mumble as he shakes his head, a glint of humor in his eyes.

"Your so different," he murmurs stirring his tea.

"Is that good or bad?"

"Depends on how you see it,"

"Oh yah, 'cause that's soo specific!"

"We'll your temper sure has shortened,"

"I lost my temper the day I met you," I smirk as Louis stands there flabbergasted.

"Your sarcasm has increased and same with your common sense," he sneers back. I stand up, the chair screeching on the floor.

"That's it! Get out!" I shriek storming out of the kitchen.

"Oh c'mon Dawn! I was kidding!" Louis yells following me.

"Ever heard of privacy?" I hiss back, attempting to slam the door to my room. Louis pushes against it with his palm, the door not closing.

"Not a word in my dictionary," he grins, coming in my room and flopping down on my bed. I rub my forehead.

"Louis Tomlinson are you flirting with me?" I ask.