The Rogue | Louis Tomlinson

Chapter 5

Louis Tomlinson

Stupid move.

That was an asshole move, Louis.

She was there, right there, standing two feet away from me and I just walked out. The least I could have done was smile and say hi but damn, my stupid feet and asshole mind had to work together and decided to just walk out of the store without having second thoughts of talking to her.

While walking around the mall, it was only then when I was having thoughts about going back to that vintage store and finally talk to her, whoever she is. Fuck, I didn't even bothered to ask for her name. Fuck, Louis. You fucking prick.

She and her friend must really think I'm an asshole, heck I myself think I'm one. I can't go back there, she will surely dismiss me if I try to make a conversation.

Maybe if I bump into her again, I might just be able to talk to her? I decided to call the boys and I asked them if they wanted anything from the mall. Staying a few more hours here might increase the chances of running to her again. Besides, I've got nothing to do back at the hotel.

Fuck, none of them wanted anything so I'm gonna have to go back to the hotel. I called Mario, the new body guard, to pick me up outside the front part of the mall.

Wrong move.

Once I stepped outside the mall to wait for Mario, some crazy girls started shouting my name and then their cameras were all over my face.

"Please, don't take my shoes." I calmly tell the girls as I feel a pair of hands gripping my ankles and are aggressively trying to take my left shoe off.

"Louis oh my god!!" One of them screamed in my ear and I'm happy it's still able to hear things. "Girls, please calm down! Let's all stay put so we can---" I try to say but I got cut off when one of them grabbed me by my t-shirt collar and some of them were leaving very painful scratch marks in my arm.

Where the fuck is Mario?!

Finally, I see a black vehicle stopping on the mall drop-off and I see Mario popping out. He and other two guards pull the girls away from me and I hear Mario say "calm down girls!"

In just a few moments the girls seemed to simmer down and I hear some of them say their "I love yous" and "can we take a picture please?"

"Alright girls, let's do this right. We'll take a photo one by one and we'll do it slowly so everyone can have a turn. Please, no pushing!" I say rather happily and all smiley.

No matter how crazy our fans can be at times, they're still one of the very best things that has ever happened to me. Without them, I'd never gotten this far and this is only the beginning of everything for us.

The girls start to relax and we started taking photos one by one, Mario and the other two are keeping good eyes on the girls and I as we smile for every photo. We couldn't finish though, the security at the mall asked us to leave because our car was hogging the space on the drop-off; we had to get in the vehicle and drive away.

I promised the girls that we'd do it again one day but I'll make sure I'll be with the entire band by then. They all wished me a safe drive back to the hotel and that I get a good rest but as we drove off, we already see some of them trailing behind.

The drive back to the hotel was short since it wasn't that far from the mall. But I was still slightly pissed. I could have had her name already but, fuck it, I don't.

@Louis_Tomlinson: Now you were standing there right in front of me, I hold on, it's getting harder to breathe..

That was literally my emotion. I had a chance and I fucking blew it. How cool. Way to go Louis, aren't you a pro.

I went to my room, passing the boys who were on their phones while watching some reality show on TV. I plopped down my bed and I take my phone out again and I start to scroll through my twitter feed, plugging my charger to it after noticing my battery level's only 4% left.

I thought about how funny the fans are. They really amaze me in every way; with the tweets, the photos and so-called updates, the stories and all that. I saw some of the photos taken not too long ago were posted too. Damn they're fast!

I read some of their jokes and some of their--I don't know what these mean--one shots? And imagines and some of them write really good. I've read a couple of stories before. They write stories about us, stories that include being in the band and some of the stories just adopt our physical attributes and our names. And some of the stories are sexual. I'm shocked that some fans write those kinds of scenes in extremely detailed manners. I read one once and I didn't know whether I was proud that our fans were incredibly talented with their writing, like some of them could become famous writers and authors or if I was too shocked that I also felt slightly off because it's really disturbing to read a book or imagine about yourself doing crazy things to a girl. Believe me when I say crazy.

I've had my own real and personal experiences but the fans imagine things in extreme levels. But I still fucking love them.

Their jokes catch me off guard sometimes too. They think we don't read them and they think we wouldn't get them but we do and I swear I laugh incredibly hard when they make fun of us on twitter. They're hilarious!

This fandom is shit ass crazy and I fucking love each and every one of them. I don't know what I'd do without them.

I do this everyday: scroll through my mentions, then I search for my name and my band mates' names and read random tweets. Sometimes, when I'm in the mood, I reply to some fans.

I got back to my mentions and one tweet one caught my attention.

@Lily_Jones: "@louis_tomlinson: Now you were standing there right in front of ppme, I hold on, it's getting harder to breathe.." Oh he tweeted about you. @AmeliaRogers

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First, I saw them at the concert. Then I stumble upon them at the store, whatever that store was. Now, I see her and her friend tweeting.

How could I be sure that it was her? It could have just been another fan with those wild imaginations. I clicked on the profile and there I see her face and she was wearing a red tank top and a pair of shorts with her toes stuck in the sand.

It was her.

I clicked her friend's profile, it was the same other face as well.

The exact same faces I came across last night and earlier today. I can't help but...smile.

Amelia, that's her name.

Beautiful.

I went on stalker mode and I read some of her previous tweets. Then, I refreshed her profile and see two new tweets:

@AmeliaRogers: @Louis_Tomlinson @Lily_Jones wow. That was sweet. Arrogant little prick at your finest, eh?

What?

I tried to view the conversation but it wouldn't show.

@AmeliaRogers: Beyond Pissed.

What the hell was that about? Was she talking about me being arrogant or her friend, Lily?

Well, it couldn't have been her friend Lily. I'm sure if it was her friend, Amelia would never humiliate them in a site where everybody visits. Although, I didn't do anything.

I heard bickering and laughter over the living room. The boys sound like they're having fun.

Suddenly, I panicked and clicked over my profile, praying the boys haven't done anything stupid.

@Louis_Tomlinson: @AmeliaRogers @Lily_Jones tweeting about you? Excuse me, have we met before? Don't think so.