To Save A Broken Heart (Louis Tomlinson Fanfiction)

The Cheesy Goodness

Adara's P.O.V

Have you ever watched Camp Rock? The one with Demi Lovato and the Jonas Brothers? Remember how everyone was showing off their musical talents? One guy were banging drumsticks on the suitcases and girls were harmonising in the background? Remember how you wished you could be there?

Northdene Music Camp... isn't like that place. All around me, students are divided into little groups and not one person was doing anything remotely musical. Except one girl was tuning her violin. But I don't think that counted.

It was stupid because this was were Camp Rock was set! Surely the film would've rubbed off on the students? Or the actual concept of music would make us all feel alive!

When I got into the cafeteria or "dining hall" as it read on the little plaque, the room was alive with chatter. But the tables were all centred around one table in particular. And my heart dropped when I saw them.

The people sitting there were the people. Perfect looks, perfect clothes, perfect freakin' everything. You know what I mean? The ones who ooze self confidence and snap their fingers to get what they want.

Trying not to draw attention, I look down and walk to get some food. Hmm, a super healthy salad or pizza? It's a no brainer guys.

After getting the pizza, I glanced around for somewhere to sit, but no groups sprung to mind. At school, I was one of the, well, the loners. I did not fit in, so I spent my entire breaks in the music department. I am not complaining; I would hate to be one of those false girls.

"Looking for somewhere to sit?" A boy asked me, breaking me out of my reverie. I glanced at him - he was good looking; dark hair and a good body build. I wonder why he was talking to me.

"Yeah, but it looks like everywhere is full." I joked and craned my head to find a seat. I was pitifully short with ungraceful limbs. Sigh.

"Want to look for a place together? I'll feel better when I make a friend." He said a little shyly and peered into my eyes.

"Sure, I'd love to be friends." I beamed and after answering back with his own dazzling smile, he led the way to a little table I hadn't noticed.

"My names Jace by the way. Jace Peckham." The boy announced once we had sat down and started to eat our pizza. Pizza buddies!

"I'm Adara Collins." I answered around a mouthful of pizza. Ahh, with all it's cheesy goodness!

"What?" Jace exclaimed and started laughing. I looked at him confusingly and swallowed my pizza.

"What did I say wrong?"

"You said "I'm Adara Collins with all it's cheesy goodness"!" He burst out and laughed again while my face became hot. I could only begin to imagine how red my face must be.

"I-I, uh, I was talking about the pizza...." I mumbled and stared down at my now empty plate.

"Totally get what you mean now. What is life without pizza?!" Jace exclaimed and held out his hand for a high five. It took me a moment to slap my hand against his. "So how old are you?" He asked and his blue eyes pierced into mine.

Oh great, now comes the part where he thinks I am lying.

"Im seventeen in three weeks." I answered while gazing down at my nails. He widened his eyes.

"Really, I mean, you look younger." Jace said. "In a good way," he added hastily while I raised an eyebrow at him.

"I have one of those face, okay? I merely look waaaay younger than normal, okay?" I snapped fastily, but immediately smiled because I hate being snappy. His cheeks went slightly pink and looks down. 

I have had this problem all through my life. My face is just younger than I actually am and therefore, I have never been into a nightclub of any sort, purchase certain items and even get into a cinema to see a good film. I think my brother is thankful for this because even at seventeen, I have never had my first kiss, a boyfriend or any admirers. People call me cute and adorable... but I think I'd rather be called pretty or gorgeous at my age.

"I'm seventeen," Jace said when he averted his eyes back to mine. I smiled at him, which made him blush again.

Did I mention that Jace Peckham was unbelievably attractive?

Louis' P.O.V

I don't think I can do this. Already, I've had about fifty girls begging for an autograph and picture, but I turned them down. I do not want to be here because I am Louis Tomlinson, famous boy bander. I would like, for once in my life, to be plain, dorky Louis Tomlinson.

I walked into the cafeteria and immediately the place went quiet. Even though I had groomed myself - my hair was mussed stylefully and my clothes came from the suitcase that Zayn packed and I had actually had a shower - but I still wasn't my former glory.

Even if I wasn't as devestatingly handsome as I once was, I was still a famous boybander, and a rich one at that. A girl with long blonde sauntered over to me.

"Want to join us, Louis? I'm Robyn Williams." She simpered and fluttered her overly long false eyelashes and pursed her glossy lips. I glanced over at her table. All a bunch of fakes.

"I'm sorry, but there are no available seats left," I said and shrugged my shoulders as I got some pizza. I did a quick scan of the room. There were two people on a tabe for four in the corner who had continued to talk, not giving me a glance.

Right, my decision was settled.

I walked over to the table before Robyn could protest and plonked myself down next to the girl with brown hair. She wore simple jeans which were supposed to be tight-fitting, but hung loosely on her and a long-sleeved white top. The boy wore jeans and a short sleeved tee.

"Hey," I sighed and tore a bit of pizza off and put it in my mouth.

"Hi, I'm Adara Collins." The girl said and turned around to face me with a stunning smile on her face.

I had never seen anyone like her; she screamed innocence. Heart-shaped face, brown hair and a few freckles on her cheeks and nose. But her eyes were sublime - they were a brilliant sky blue framed with long, thick lashes.

"And I'm Jace Peckham," the boy said when I continued to look at Adara. Uh-oh, I knew that voice. Basically, his tone was the same when Niall declares a piece(s) of food his. I nodded and stuffed the rest of the pizza in my mouth and moaned. It had been a long time sinceI I had enjoyed food.

"Enjoying the cheesy goodness?" Adara winked and gave me another one of her signature smiles.

The cheesy goodness?

"I'm Louis Tomlinson."