Secret Prince (Louis Tomlinson)

Chapter 5

The car drops us off in front of a small structure with many cars in front of it. It was labeled 'Thrift World' and I could clearly see inside was an open space with many clothes and furniture in it.

I'd never been to a place like this and I never thought I'd have to be at one. All I had was 200 dollars to spend and this is where I'd have to spend it...?

The camera crew was in the other car with a camera man in our car with us, pointing the damn camera in my face. Made me wanna punch him back to his paparazzi roots.

I got out of the car after everyone else and looked around. "This is so exciting" Niall says and smiles widely, looking around as we walk inside. Had can't seem to see anything bad in what we're doing and honestly it quite bothered me.

"Niall calm down. We have to act like we do this all the time" Liam tells him trying not to sound too excited either.

"I'm sorry, I've just never been shopping by myself it's so exciting" Niall says and smiles again, walking around and touching everything like we're in a museum. I glance at Zayn and Harry and am glad they aren't happy little rainbow idiots like Niall and Liam.

"Um... Yea. Well we should probably get shopping now..." Harry says nervously and walks away to look around.

"Yea I'm gonna go look for some clothes now. And maybe a girl in the process" Zayn says surprisingly calm and walks away.

I walk away from the two jolly idiots and look around walking to the place with the least weird looking clothes. I pick out a few jeans and look at them then take a few shirts too, taking oversized ones just in case and then finally walk to the shoe section, grabbing the first pair of cowboy boots I see. Americans like cowboys right?

I grab a nearby cowboy looking hat and walk to the cash register not giving a shit about what I took and pay the money they ask. I huff and walk out to wait for the rest of the guys.

How can anyone be happy about this shit? I didn't expect it to be this horrible.

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When we get back to the house, the bastards of cameramen take our 10,000 dollar material (shall I say Gucci?) suits and forced us to wear what we bought. We then sat down and discussed how we were gonna earn money.

None of us had ever had jobs so that was out of the picture, but apparently according to the camera man, that's the only way to earn money. Sigh. America.

In the confessional I said every cuss word about the show I could think of, not knowing it was taping and they agreed they wouldn't show the footage as long as I didn't talk bad about the show anymore.

But anyway, after our ordeal we planned that tomorrow, we'd be going to look for jobs- 'job surfing'. I went straight to bed and buried myself in my imaginary tears of misery.

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(Chapter's short, I know, sorry it's midnight and I'm like half asleep but if I hadn't updated now, I would've never been in the mood to soooo yea 😊 idk where this story's going really I'm just writing cuz I see more people adding it to their reading lists and that makes me happy haha, welpppp, talk to ya'll next update :) leave comments xx)