Hello darlings.
I know, I know, I haven't updated in literally forever. Sorry.
Bad news, I think I'm done with this collection. Unfortunately, I'm just not into One Direction anymore. But I'm not done writing, I have other stories posted on another website.
Here's a link to my other works: http://www.quotev.com/aisysyd/published
Royal Love and The Other Side are solely by me, and Garbage Girl is a book written by me and a friend. It would mean the world to me if you checked them out.♡
Anyways, that's all for now. Enjoy the last one shot, and remember, you are all amazing and I love you♡
{Willa}
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Louis woke up to the incessant beeping of his alarm clock at promptly 6:30 am, just like every morning. And just like every morning, Louis rolled over and groaned, his hand flapping around his bedside table to hit the sleep button.
Then Louis sat up, stretching his arms above his head then rubbing his eyes to rid the sleep from them. It was Monday, meaning another wonderful week at Tomlinson Co., Louis's very own financial company that was very well off.
He enjoyed his work very much, and did it with precision and efficiency. Most people called it a miracle that Louis was so successful at such a young age. As a matter of fact, he was only twenty two. One would think that it would be stressful to run a huge company like this at twenty two, and it was. But Louis managed very well.
Once he slipped out from under his covers, toes on the cold wood floor, Louis headed to his heated tiled bathroom to brush his teeth and hop into the shower. By the time he got out, it was 7:00 on the dot, just the way Louis liked it. He walked back into his bedroom to put on the clothes he laid out for himself the previous night, a baby blue dress shirt, a lilac tie, and black dress pants.
At 7:05, Louis walked down his carpeted spiral staircase and down into his kitchen. He opened his fridge, grabbing a cup of strawberry yogurt, a banana, and from his cabinet, a granola bar to eat for breakfast in his office before heading out the door, also grabbing his keys from the hook and locking the house up.
He sat down in the leather seat of his silver Porsche, placing his food items in the passenger side before starting up the engine, taking a moment to enjoy the roar of it before pulling out of the driveway and beginning the twenty minute commute to his office.
