My Bully

Simon Cowell

Winters POV.

My phone rang loudly, making me open my eyes and groan.

"Hello?" I answer, the sleep still in my voice. "Morning, red. I was wondering..if you mabey wantedtogoonabreakfastdate?" He said the last part so jumbled and fasg yet I still understood.

"Sure.." I blush even though he can't see me.

"Aright..See ya at 10." Click.

I replay his words in my head for a momet. Wanted to go out on a breakfast date?

I blushed once again before noticing that it was 9;37 and I was leaving at 10.

I quickly ran into my bathroom, hpoing into the shower. I washes mu hair and body then shaves as quickily as I could before I hoped out, wraping my body in a white towel.

I noticed the scrars on my stomach again before I threw a white V neck on then some red skinnys.

I just finished brushing ny hair as Louis walked inside. "Hello?" He calles and I sighed. "A minute!" I call back before I pull socks and neaon blue shoes onto my feet and rub chapstick onto my lips as I walk towards him.

"Hey." I breathe and he smiles, "Hey." Then we both leave into Louis car heading towards a café I assume.

And I assumed right as we pull up at 'Homes Here.' A café we went to as kids alot.

We both sat down into a green and white booth, as we picked ou menues up.

"So hows class going?" Louis asks and I smile. "Fine..how about getting a job?" I ask and he smiles. "I've gotten an interveiw.." Hw trails off. "With who?!" I push on. "Simon Cowell..in England." He breathes and I gasp.

"S-Simon Cowell, for what?" I ask becoming shocked. "A band..With 4 other lads." He smiles and I smile back.

"But the thing is..I'll be moving..to London England."