Mr Bump - A Louis Tomlinson fanfic

Chapter 2

After the inital shock of seeing One Direction, I brought myself back to reality.

Don't get me wrong, I dislike their music. Lots. They're way too mainstream. But hot damn, they were gorgeous. Shame I didn't know their names.

As if by magic, they all began introducing themselves.

"I'm Harry, by the way. This is Niall, Liam, Zayn and Louis." Said Curly Head.

Of course Head-Banger would be called Louis. Such a girly name, but he was so fucking gorgeous.

"Eh, I'm.. Clara. Clara." I managed to get out, before beginning to hyperventilate. Mentally.

Harry smirked, and swaggered over to me. "I meant what I said, before. About you being beautiful. 'Cause you are." I was used to boys like this. But not boys who looked like this. I snorted, and gave him my best bitch eyes. He seemed taken aback, assuming I was some sort of shy fangirl. Louis chuckled softly, it sounded like heaven. 

Of course, Blondie had to bring us back to reality. "Hem-hem. Excuse me? Boys, you're supposed to be in their now. Leave this... delinquent now, she's trouble this one!" I opened my mouth in mock outrage, and Harry shook his head in wonder. Louis winked at me, and took Harry away with him. 

"See you later, beautiful." Shouted Louis, and I melted. The rest of the boys raised their hands in farewell, and jogged into the nearest court room. 

I was beginning to think it was a dream. In the next half hour, I ran over everything in my head. Why were One Direction in court? Why was Louis so beautiful? When was I going to be called in? Before I knew it, a stern woman emerged from the same court room the boys had gone into.

"Clara Thompson? Clara? You're needed in here, now." I scrambled off the couch, and slouched in.   It was pretty hard to slouch in heels, but it was my signature walk. The stern lady made me sit down at the back.

"Just have to finish up with this case. You'll be up in a tick."

I nodded, and she strolled up to the front of the courtroom. The boys were standing up at the top of the room, with a buff man next to them. They looked nervous.

The stern woman, the judge I reckon, addressed the opposition, a bunch of middle aged men. "Gentlemen, I assume you still want to perform under the name One Direction?" The oldies nodded solemnly. I let a giggle escape. 

The boys turned around, and saw me there. They winked and turned back to the judge. She sighed,  and shuffled some papers.

"Well. I'm afraid this is going to have to go to the actual courts. One Direction, you are sueing... One Direction on behalf of copyright. Be in the High Courts on the 28th December. Court adjourned, next case please."

My mouth dropped open. Wait, the Golden Oldies were sueing my beautiful boys for their name? What the hell were they going to be called now? I shook myself, it was none of my business. Why do I always get so god-damn attatched? 

The boys scurried back, and Louis approached me.

"Ridiculous, isn't it? This is going to cause majaa drama in the fanbase. Hey, you a fan?" I blinked.

"Why the fuck are you talking to me?" I blurted out. I regretted it instantly when I saw his face.

"Well, you try to be polite and look where it gets you. Whatever. See you around, Clare." He shrugged, and pulled the rest of the band away. 

He didn't even remember my real name. 

Before I could start wallowing in my misfortune, my name was called.