Hi.
I'm Louis.
No, now lewis.
Louis. Like, Lou-E.
Okay.
Louis Tomlinson.
I currently live in London at the moment, saving to move somewhere south.
I have this tiny apartment, it's on the seventh floor, which is cool, because seven is my favorite number. It's in a brick building with no windows on the front.
I studied Journalism and Photography at the university of Liverpool. I have four best friends, Michael, Ashton, Calum, and Luke. Except for the fact that Ashton and Luke came out of the closet the day of graduation, together (two years after I did) and moved to New York together for college, so I haven't seen them in about five year. Calum moved to Australia, because of this girl he met online.
So it's just Mike and I. He wants to be a rock star of something but his parents are huge douche bags, so he was studying culinary arts and business or something at UNL with me. He now works at a pub and grill across town, cooking.
Oh yeah- he changes the color of his hair every friggen day.
So here's the fun part...ish.
I didn't make it as big as I wanted in journalism and photography....at all. I mean, I have a popular bold with a couple thousand subscribers.
But I am a pap.
I work for the paparazzi.
I work for this company, thing. We call ourselves, 'The other London Eye' but it's called 'TOLE' where each month we get assigned a different celebrity, track them down, take as many pictures as my can 24/7, and of we are lucky, I mean, REALLY lucky, we interview them and then sell them to magazines all over the world. With each piece of work we sell, my boss gets ten percent.
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"Hey Lou, I died my hair." I choked on my cereal for second.
"C-come again?" I replied, wiping my mouth with a napkin.
He closed the fridge and turned around, sporting a bright pink do.
"Oh, Mike." I covered my mouth with my hand, my face red from holding in laughter.
"I know, rock and roll, too sexy for the streets." He smirked, walking to the table.
"Wasn't your hair blue like two days ago? Didn't you JUST dye it blue?" My eyebrow lifted.
"Your point being?"
"Your a disaster on hooves."
"I don't have hooves!"
"Exactly."
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My cubicle was covered in random photos. To your left you'll fine a cat wrapped inside a burrito, to your left you will find The queens step child.
"Alright guys. It's that time of the month!" Phil dashed in front of all the cubicles, everyone stood up, waiting.
"Amanda, your doin' Cher Lloyd. Eric, those youtubers, Jack and Finn. Austin? You better be all over The Wanted. Jamie I expect a new picture of the royal baby by the end of the month! Oh, and Louis, you are gonna cover the boy band, One Direction. And I expect an interview. You guys on the second floor? I'll email you the rest. Get to work!" Phil finished.
I was struck by one thousand bolts of lightning. He wants me to do and interview. Me. ME.
My computer made an annoying beeping sound that signaled a new email.
'New email from: Phil.TOLE@gmail.com'
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'Louis,
There is something I am asking you I have I only asked certain people. Well, not asking you, telling you.
You are going undercover. You will act as if you a part of the lives to a member of one direction. You will meet one at a public place, and befriend them. Get as much information and pictures as you can, and write a whole issue about it. A friend of the company's actually works in the one direction management. They will contact you soon.
If you succeed; you will get a promotion to manager. Good luck.
:)- Phil.'
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I think I just peed.
No-no I peed.
Yeah I peed.
Okay I didn't pee but oh my god.
Oh my god.
OH MY GOD.
I placed my camera into my leather satchel, my phone buzzed.
'Hey; my name is Paul and I'm here to help you with the TOLE project, you are going to a concert tonight pretending to just be my cousin that just moved here. I'll meet you at your apartment at six.'
I replied; a deep breathe withdrew from my lips, I tossed my phone in my satchel and swung it over my shoulder.
I realized I had no where to go, and dropped it on the floor.
I began searching 'One Direction' on google, and clicked wiki answers.
About two hours after research, this sums it up I to a Microsoft word document.
"British/Irish boyband.
Harry Styles, (favorite) Zayn Malik, (badboy) Liam Payne, (sweetie pie) and Niall Horan. ( the Irish one)
Met on X-Factor and put together in a group my simon cowel.
Lost x-factor. (That ain't gonna stop them)
Simon signed them anyway because he's an independent black woman that followers her own rules."
And then a bunch of boring stuff.
I finally turned off my MacBook, slung my satchel over my shoulder, and started walking out the door.
"Bye; Louis." Phil winked.
He's always been like that, flirty, I mean.
