When I found him on Google, I saw that his name was Harry Styles, and that he was an eighteen year old model.
"Wow," I whispered as I looked at photoshoots that he had done in the past.
'He's absolutely gorgeous!' I thought to myself. 'No, Louis, you like girls, not boys.' I imagined my mother shaking her head at my thoughts of how good Harry looked, so I closed Google and checked the clock on my dresser. I saw that it was nearly midnight, so I turned off the light and crawled into my warm bed.
At around four thirty in the morning, I was rudely awakened by a phone call. I fumbled for my phone on my bedside table, and cleared my throat before I answered.
"Hi, this is Louis Tomlinson, how may I help you?" I spoke.
"Louis! How are you?" the voice asked.
"What? Who is this?"
"It's Victoria! Your friend from Doncaster..?"
I suddenly came to my senses. "Oh, Victoria! How are you doing?"
"I'm doing really well. How are things in London?" she asked.
"Oh it's quite alright. I have a lovely penthouse in the heart of the city," I told her.
Victoria was sort of a childhood friend. She had moved to America after high school, and I hadn't talked to her since I moved to London. I thought I would never talk to her again, because my shift to London angered her. She felt like I abandoned her, and she was mad that I didn't take her with me. That's why she left the UK entirely and went to California in the United States.
She was one of those people who expected people to bend over backwards for them at a moments notice. I actually disliked her very much, so I wasn't at all sad when I left her in Doncaster.
"Hey, I'm at the airport, do you think you could pick me up and take me to your house?" she asked.
I nearly choked on my own saliva. "What? It's four in the morning, and you think that I'll just get up and let you move into my own home?" I questioned. My blood was now starting to boil.
"Well, yeah, I'm your friend! C'mon, Louis!"
I sighed deeply. I couldn't let her walk all over me, could I? But how bad could it be?
"Alright, you can stay. I'll be there in a few. But I swear to God, if you make me regret letting you stay, I will not hesitate to kick you out," I told her as I started getting out of bed and slipping my feet into a pair of Vans.
"Yay! I'm so excited. Thank you, Louis!" and with that, she hung up the phone.
I sighed deeply and grabbed a jacket and my car keys and headed out the door. I pressed the down button on the elevator and stepped inside when it arrived. I hit the button to take me down to the first floor of the building, and was greeted by the woman sitting at the front desk.
"Hello Mister Tomlinson! Going out for an early morning stroll?"
I shook my head. "Not today ma'am, just going to pick up a friend from the airport."
She nodded, then smiled kindly at me before turning back to her computer. I exited the building and walked to my car. As I got closer, I saw that there was a scratch on the paint of the driver's side door. I groaned and touched the scratch lightly before getting in the car.
As I drove down to the airport, I thought about Harry. I know I shouldn't be thinking about him, but how could I not? He's absolutely gorgeous!
'Stop it Louis! Harry is a boy, and you like girls!' I scolded myself. But I hadn't quite convinced myself that that was the truth.
I arrived at the airport twenty minutes later, and I poked my head out of the window to look for Victoria. I saw her standing a few yards away from my car, so cruised up the curb to where she was standing. Her eyes lit up when she saw me, and I faked a smile.
"Louis! Oh it's so good to see you!" she exclaimed.
"It's wonderful seeing you too, Victoria!" I said, faking my excitement. She giggled and put her suitcase and duffel bag in the trunk of my car, then climbed into the passenger seat.
"Wow, Louis, this is such a nice car," she said as she stroked the leather seats.
"Yeah, it's new...." I trailed off. Victoria smiled at me and buckled her seatbelt as we drove away from the airport.
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Yaaaaaay! Chapter two!! How do you think things are going to be between Victoria and Louis?
Next chapter will focus more on Harry, because we haven't really talked much about him. It's going to be exciting :) xx
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Somehow [Larry Stylinson AU]
FanfictionLouis Tomlinson is a 20-year-old millionaire who feels empty and alone. Harry Styles is an 18-year-old Vogue model who feels like he's missing something, or someone. How will this unlikely duo find each other? Who or what will stand in their way? R...