Let Me Kiss You (A Louis Tomlinson Fanfiction)

Chapter 1

Just walking down the street with my big a beats on. I'm humming and getting weird looks, but I don't care. It's my friend Dyandra's vocals for our album. We are trying to make it big.

I walk into a Starbucks (drinks for thought) and order a Tall hot chocolate with whipped cream and get Dyandra a tall mocha frap.

I wait for what seems like forever. When me and Dyandra moved to London, we didn't expect this.

I grab our drinks and walk to our flat. It's not small, but it's not spacious. The fact that we have our music/recording room doesn't help.

"Guess who?" I sing after unlocking the door to our flat.

"The cute guy from next door?" Dyandra calls back to me. She walks out of the kitchen. She had her black hair in its usual style, a purple v-neck that compliments her olive complexion with black ripped-at-the-knees skinny jeans, and white vans. I'm more of a beanie girl, but she wears snap backs.

I'm in a gray v-neck, making my blue-gray eyes look more gray. I have on white skinny jeans and red converse. I have a red beanie over my blond hair and a black and white plaid-see through scarf on.

"He's not even cute. Here's your drink" I say, handing her the frap. I sit down on our black leather couch and she sits next to me.

I surf through the channels on our tv and settle on the news. They're interviewing... oh no.

"ONE DIRECTION!!!" Dyandra squeals loudly.

"Eardrums, Dyandra! I kinda need them, please and thank you!" I say, laughing slightly. I look on the screen and see 5 boys. Harry, Liam, Niall, umm, Zayn and Lewis? I'm not the biggest fan. I mean, some music is good, but not my number one. I'm more Panic! At the Disco and stuff like that.

"I'm sorry. O m g Niall is so HAWT!" Dyandra say, pretending to fan herself. We both start laughing until Lewis talks. "We're so excited to be here." He says smiling. He's kinda cute. But whatever.

"And we're excited to have you Lewis!" The interviewer says.

"It's Louis." Le-Louis says. He smiles and Harry fixes his mop of curls.

"Everyone gets his name wrong. So annoying." Dyandra says, dragging out the o in so.

We watch the interview. They go on about their new movie, their perfume, and their new album. I try to pay attention for Dyandra so we have something to talk about to keep her happy but my eyes keep wondering to Louis.

"I'm calling it a night." I yawn.

"Night!" Dyandra calls to me as I walk to my room. I get out of my everyday clothes and put on my plaid pj bottoms with a plain white t-shirt. I put my headphones on, blasting Panic! At the Disco, trying to get those blue eyes out of my mind.

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A/N first part.