Talking To A Gangster (Louis Tomlinson fanfic)

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"You received a message"

You woke up from sleep and checked out your phone as it rings out. Just to find out who texted.

"Unknown"

That's where everything started.

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U:

Hey.

Do you know how to put an elephant inside the fridge?

I have an elephant here.

Me:

Who the hell are you?

U:

You need to guess.

Me:

Okay let me guess.

You're a 2-year-old kiddo who got no friends.

U:

Wtf?

A 2-year-old kid can't type this way....

Me:

But they can act that way.

Okay let's say 7

U:

Simply, I'm not a kid. I'm a lad, a 17 year-old hot fabulous lad

Me:

I'm not convinced.

U:

Then convince yourself.

Me:

How did you get my number?

U:

Why would I tell you?

Me:

Simply because you're randomly texting me and you're so childish that you ruin my whole life 🙍

U:

You think so?

You're actually the luckiest person right now.

Cuz you're talking to me.

Me:

Should i feel lucky talking to some random shitty childish bitch that I don't even actually know?

U:

I told you, you have to guess who I am, Natasha.

Me:

WHERE DID YOU GET MY FOOKIN' NAME AND NUMBER!?

U:

You. Have. To. Guess.

Me:

I'm not a fortune teller.

U:

I didn't said you are.

Me:

I won'tbe bringing news.

U:

No time for Adam Levine.

Me:

You'rea crazy mofo.

U:

Okay I'll give you a clue.

We stay at the same school.

Me:

Who the hell are you!?

U:

I'll never tell you, so discover it yourself. Bye Natasha ;) Xx.

Me:

Wait!

No!

Wtf!

Tell me who you are!

I wanna know!

Ugh!

TEEELL MEEEEE!!!

U:

stfu, i'll text you whenever i want.

Don't dare mess up with me.

Me:

I can mess up with you.

U:

You'll regret that soon. Bye.

Me:

I'm not yet done with you.