Strings Attached. (Louis Tomlinson Fanfiction)

Chapter One

My golden curls flow behind me as I walk into the studio on this uncharacteristically windy day.

I smile at my music engineer, Justin, before sitting down to get to work. It sure is going to be a long day.

You see, I'm a singer. It's what I love to do. I've been singing since I could talk.

But I'm as free spirited as you can get. I'll go on trips at the drop of a hat and just do random, crazy things for no reason. I'd don't like ties. I don't like to be held down to one place. I like to be able to explore this beautiful Earth that I live on.

"Is it lunch yet?" I breathe out after countless hours of trying to write.

"Yeah, sure." Justin shrugs, sitting back in his seat.

Smiling, I grab my phone and stand. I'm glad I didn't wear anything too extreme today. Just an oversized mint sweater, light jeans, and converse.

Maybe my sister wants to get lunch with me.

To Ali
Wanna head to lunch with me?

From Ali
Sure! When and where and I'll be there

To Ali
Great. It's

My text is cut off when I walk right into someone. I crash against their chest, loosing my balance. But their strong arm wraps around my waist, keeping me up.

"Sorry about that, love. Neither of us were looking." He has quite the heavy accent.

I look up, coming face to face with none other than Louis Tomlinson. Of course I've heard of him before. Everyone in the world knows One Direction.

No, they're not bad. Actually, they're great. No, I don't hate them. Actually, I love their music.

But my opinion towards them doesn't have to do with their music. It has to do with their behavior. I've seen them out and about, getting drunk and having one night stands with desperate girls. It's absolutely horrible.

And no, it didn't come from the media. Almost everything that you see online or on tv about a celebrity is wrong. I've seen them do it first hand.

I'm the first person to volunteer to accompany a friend to a club, but they just go out all the time.

It's not fair what they do to people. They act all cute and innocent during interviews, when really they're just stuck up pop stars in real life. Who would ever let fame change them that much?

Yet, after all my hatred towards them, I found myself being lost in Louis' beautiful eyes. His arm was still wrapped around my waist, holding me close to his body. A small smirk lay right on his lips.

He's got me exactly where he wants me. Falling on my knees for him. I won't let him have the satisfaction.

Clearing my throat, I push myself away from Louis. "Well, thank you for not letting me fall." I say quickly. "But I really need to be going now."

I turn to leave, but feel Louis grab my hand. God, just leave me alone!

"Wait." He says. "Can I at least get your name?"

I glance over my shoulder at him, smirking. "You don't know my name?"

Not to toot my own horn or anything, but I'm a pretty famous person. Three albums, all hit number one when they came out.

"Well, I do." Louis says, dropping my hand. "But I just figured it'd be creepy if I just called you by your name without you telling me."

"You know my name and I know yours. It's all even then. Nothing weird." I tell him. Now I'm just teasing and playing hard to get. "I'm sorry, I really need to go."

I run down the hallway before he can say anything else. He's a douche. Don't listen to him. Don't fall for the charm everyone else fell for. You're fine on your own. You don't need a man to tie you down.

"Hello?!" Ali shouts, waving his hand in front of my face. "Stop staring off, it's really creepy."

"Oh, sorry." I blush, looking down at my salad. I push it around my plate, suddenly unable to find my appetite.

"Why are you so off today?" Ali asks, squinting her eyes at me. "Did you meet a guy?"

"I ran into a guy who I know is a fuckboy. That's about it."

"Nope. There's something else."

"And he had really nice eyes. That's it. I'm done talking about it."

Little did I know that I wouldn't stop talking about Louis Tomlinson for the rest of my life.