Impersonating Mr. Tomlinson (Fan Fiction Edition)

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Harry:

Are you sure there's nothing different about you?

Me:

Positive

Harry:

Alright.... How did your week go?

Me:

It went great! I spent it mostly with my mom and we went shopping... Nothing special

Harry:

Oh cool! I stayed home and wrote a few lyrics, but mostly I just relaxed

Me:

Really? Can I get a sample?

Harry:

No! You can't lol! It's not that good. I'll just show it to you tomorrow or something.

Me:

Oh alright :)

Harry:

Lou...?

Me:

Yes?

Harry:

You'd tell me if something was wrong right?

Me:

Of course Harry! Why wouldn't I?

Harry:

Well because... We haven't been as close lately... Like you're trying to ignore me... I haven't spoken this much to you for a few months now

Me:

Oh Harry... I'm sorry :( I didn't mean to. I've just been busy I guess? I don't even know. Please forgive me?

Harry:

Don't worry. It's okay. I'll talk to you tomorrow? Okay?

Me:

Yes, of course. Goodnight!

Harry:

Goodnight Louis

I put my phone down on the side table of my room. I take a deep breath and smile to myself.

That went well. He doesn't seem so bad, but he is a bit curious. I do understand though because I'd probably do the same thing. If one of my best friends just randomly stopped talking to me, for no reason. I'd be questioning him, like Harry is questioning me. It's normal.

I check the time, on the clock on my wall, to see it's midnight. I'm feeling a bit hungry.

I jump up off my bed, tying up my hair in the process. I walk out my room, descending the stairs, to the main floor in the house.

I basically live in a big house, where my parents used to live. I say used to because they're no longer with us.

I lost my parents when I was young. 7 years old to be exact. They were famous actors, everyone knew who they were. They both died in a car accident, during one of my jobs, on the road to pick me up. Phil is the one who ended up getting me at the studio. He explained to me what happened, and brought me to the hospital, where my parents were on life support.

It was a pretty scary experience, and I'm just glad that I had Phil there with me, when they were gone.

I'm grateful to Phil. He ended up being the one to take care of me. He's been a family friend for years, and a second dad to me.

I'd also be nowhere without him.

The house ended up being in my name, after my parents died. The only thing they had put in their will, was that I'd inherit everything of theirs, also that Phil would take care of me.​
 So I got the house, the car, their money and Phil.

Now that I'm an adult, I make my own decisions.

The money I inherited from my parents, was given to a charity that I care for.

The house is being paid for with the money I gain, from my jobs. I'm pretty much set.

I get to the kitchen and see Phil sitting at the dinner table. I wave at him, as he looks up from his paper work.

"What are you doing up?" He asks me.

I go to the fridge and grab some orange juice and an already made sandwich.

I make most of the meals in this house, since Phil doesn't cook.

"Got hungry." I take an empty glass and fill it with the juice. I put back the juice in the fridge and then take a seat with Phil, at the dinner table.

"How was it today?" He puts away the papers into his folder. I only shrug, as he stares at me blankly. "Really?" I smile at him.

I tend to do this a lot with him. I tease him, when he wants to know something.

"No. I didn't mess up." He shakes his head, as he smiles.

"Didn't think you did either." I take a bite out of my sandwich, as he takes my glass of orange juice, taking a gulp.

"Hey! Thats mine!" He laughs, giving my glass back.

"So, how was it meeting your idols for the first time?" I take another bite of my sandwich before answering.

"Oh yeah! That was epic!" I take a sip of my juice, then put the glass down. "It went well... They seem really nice and genuine. I think it'll go well. I can do this." He smiles at my confidence and gets up from his seat. I look at him confused.

He walks out of the room, and is quickly back with a bottle of champagne. I raise an eyebrow, as he takes out two glasses and fills them up with the bubbly drink.

"We need to celebrate!"​
 "Oh yeah? Why?" I ask, as he takes his seat, handing me one of the glasses.

"What do you mean why? It's not like you're underaged." I laugh at him. "You're starting your new job, and it's a pretty big one, if I might add. I'm very proud of you and you can do it, don't ever doubt yourself. That's why we're celebrating." I can't help but smile at him.

He's right.

This is a pretty tough job, and so far it's going well. "Thanks Phil. You're the best." I put my glass up in the air and we clink glasses.

I drink the bubbly dry taste, to the bottom of the glass, and put it down on the table.

"I'm going to bed. Thanks for the drink." I grin at him as he winks at me.

"Goodnight sweetheart." I wave him goodnight and walk back up to my room.

I can't wait to see what's in store for tomorrow.