Work Hard Play Hard >> Louis Tomlinson

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{my writing for the start of this story is soooo bad and I apologise in advance but please read on after the first crappy 10 or so chapters, my writing has improved read one of my latest chapters to see, sorry.}

LAUREN

Soccer was my thing, definitely. My whole life I just tried to find my thing and 4 years ago I started soccer and let me just say it was like we just clicked!

So let me just say I practice or just muck around with a soccer ball as much as I can.

So, it's just me walking down the street thinking to myself. You know what I'm in the mood for Starbucks, yeah Starbucks here I come!

Just as I turn around I go back to staring at the footpath and wonder around the London paths. Nobody gives me a second glance just a normal day.

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After receiving my coffee I walked home which was, fortunately, only 5 mins away from Starbucks.

As I got home I was greeted by my medals and trophies all from soccer. Yeah, I'm a brag, get over it.

I lazily walked over to my loungeroom where I found my soccer ball sitting on my single lounge and I swear it was looking at me, right in the eyes.

Okay, looks like I'm going to the soccer field. But this time I'll be taking my car.

Is it weird I feel tired and I just have the urge to go play soccer?

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Resting I laid down on the grass while panting, playing soccer would probably be more enjoyable with company but unfortunately I don't have many friends in London.

I'm from Australia, Sydney to be exact, and I moved here for my modelling job.

* Click *

Uummm...

* Click *

Wait, that sounds like a camera.

* Click *w

"Psst."

Huh?

"Psst."

I took a look around and noticed a 1 metre space between two walls that had a guy standing in between.

"Psst, are you gonna stand there staring at me or come over here."

I looked behind me just to check if he was actually talking to me.

"Yeah you, blondie."

I picked up my soccer ball and walked over to him, what the hell am I doing? I don't even know this guy and I'm walking over to him. Once I walked closer he must have realised my face.

"Calm down, I won't bite."

Getting closer I could notice the details on his face, his brown hair looked good on him and the stubble on the end of his chin made him look around 20... Dayum, this boy was fine. Where has he been hiding? I was now standing next to him.

* Click *

"Did you hear that?" Wow, I never really noticed that his voice is so deep.

"Uh, yeah. What is that?"

"A camera."

He chuckled a under his breath and then looked at me.

"The names Louis, Louis Tomlinson"

He gave me another confused look,"And your name, love?"

"Lauren, Lauren Woods."

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- EM XX