Stranger - Louis Tomlinson FanFiction (Translation)

Chapter 2

Chapter 2:D

If you find any mistakes, let me know it:P I’m not English, so my English isn’t very well.

Enjoy it.

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A loud clap of Thunder had put me up from sleep. Automatically I started cursing, rubbed my eyes and reached out a hand to my alarm clock.4 o'clock in the morning.Oh great.I let myself sink back into the pillows and stared wide-awake to the white-painted wooden ceiling.A flash of lightning lit up the room and made me wince. I definitely wouldn’t be able to fall asleep any more. My fluffy teddy bear, which I already had since I was a kid, stuck under my arm and I stroked gently over the head.

Another clap of thunder sounded, I whimpered.I had always been afraid of thunderstorms, and that hadn’t improved, when I became older.Carefully, I reached for my phone, plugged in the headphones and put them on.Then I turned on the music, just so loud, that I couldn’t hear the thunder anymore, pulled the blanket up to my chin, closed the eyes and tried to concentrate fully on the music.Eventually, I fell into a doze.

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“Do you want a yogurt?” I turned around questioningly to my brother,who was still very sleepy sitting at the kitchen table.His blond hair was tousled and his blue eyes stared into the void.Mike only shook his head and was shovelling cornflakes into his mouth.

I shrugged, grabbed a cherry yogurt, closed the fridge and joined me to my brother,without not catching a spoon of the dishrack in passing.My light brown curls feathered lightly up and down as I went up to the table.Overslept I rubbed the eyes.Thank God today was Friday. I drew off the lid of my yogurt, scraped it off and put my spoon in the mug then.

“You look tired”, Mike stated, eyeing me.

I easily cleared the throat. “Because I am.”

Louis occurred again to me, and it shook me easily. Lost in thought I stirred my yogurt,searching for a way, I would probably ask Mike the best.

I took a spoonful of yogurt and stared fascinated at the purple mush.

“Humph... Mike?”, I did shyly.

Mike turned his head and looked at me: “What?”

“I’ve... got a question.”

“Go ahead.”

I looked at his face carefully when I finally moved out of the question.

“Do you know anyone named Louis? Looks like a punk.”

His eyes darkened. “Yes, I do, why?”

I ignored his question. “How do you know him?”

“None of your business”,Mike replied roughly and moved away from the table. With a loud clatter, he put his bowl in the sink, pulled up his hood, buried his hands in his pockets and walked away with a dark look from the kitchen.

I looked at him confused.How curious. My mood worsened even more, when I looked out the window and noticed that it was still raining in torrents.I sighed, ate my yogurt and then went upstairs to get dressed.

I was extremely cold, so I dug out my dark green hoodie and threw it to my dark blue, tight-fitting Jeans and a white T-Shirt on the bed.I quickly got dressed and went into the bathroom, in order to make-up and to brush my hair.