Louis Tomlinson Fan Fiction
:Part 1:
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I remember it like it was yesterday.
*flashback*
It was the beginning of kindergarten, the 8th of January, also known as my birthday. It was recess and I still hadn’t made friends with anyone. I was kind of the shy type. I decided to go play on the playground, since there wasn’t anything to do. I was about to go down my favourite slide, when a boy named Ben Smith, pushed me.
“Move!” He yelled.
I fell down and hurt my elbow, as he sat there and laughed at me. I didn’t cry. I learned from an early age, that crying wouldn’t help anything. I felt someone tap my back. I turned around, and laid my eyes on a little boy around my age. He stuck out his hand, motioning for me to grab it. He helped me up and smiled.
“Hi! My name is Liam! What’s yours?” He chirped.
“Hi, my name is Mia!” I smiled shyly.
“Cool name!” He smiled.
We soon became best friends. We’d always joke around and say that we were going to get married. Sometimes we’d even dress up and pretend to have a wedding! When we became a bit older, we’d have sleepovers. I remember I was afraid to fall asleep, so he’d sing to me. We were always so close.
Then in grade 6, I started developing a little crush on Liam. I wouldn’t tell him because I was afraid it would ruin our friendship. I stopped crushing on him in grade 8, as I found out he had a girlfriend. It made me mad to see him with other girls, but I still loved being his best friend.
I could tell from there on, that’d we’d be best friends forever. Until of course, the day he had tried out for the X-Factor, the second time. We’d text each other continuously, but it eventually became hard to keep a long distance friendship. He had made new friends, gotten a great career and started going on tours.
It’s been 2 years since I last saw him. And every day since, I’ve been having these flashbacks as dreams. Liam has always been a sweet and caring guy, but I was mad at him for not keeping in touch with me. I just really missed him a lot, but this year I learned to move on.
~End of flashback~
“Mia! Wake up! It’s the last day of school, you don’t wanna be late!”
My mom yelled, pulling me away from my thoughts.
“I’m already awake!” I said back.
I jumped out of bed, heading to the washroom first, to brush my teeth. After taking a shower, I combed through my long, chocolate brown curls and headed to my closet, to pick out some clothes for today.
I pulled out an American Eagle, purple crop top, - my favourite colour is purple by the way - and pulled out my low rise short-shorts. As soon as I finished changing, I headed downstairs to have some breakfast.
“Mmmm… What’s that smell?” I asked.
“The delicious pancakes I’m making for you. They’re almost done.”
I set the table, laying out forks and knives everywhere for my sisters, my mom and myself.
“Demitra! Georgia! Come downstairs for breakfast!”
My mom yelled to my sisters.
I heard their loud footsteps running down the stairs.
“Are they almost done? I don’t wanna be late for school!” Georgia said.
“Yes, now go help your sister set the table.” My mom replied.
“But mom, I don’t wanna set the table” Demitra said, over hearing my mom.
“I wasn’t talking about you. I was saying for her to help Mia.”
“Oh.” Demitra said, looking embarrassed.
My mom put the pancakes down on the table, as I took only one pancake.
“Just one?” My mom asked.
“Yes…” I replied.
“Have more!” She said.
“I’m fine, one is enough.” I responded.
My mom is Greek… Greek parents and grandparents ALWAYS make the kids eat their food. But I wasn’t the type to eat a lot of food. That’s why I’m the skinniest in the family. My dad is British. He’s always lived here in London. My mom met my dad when she went on vacation here. Of course she knew English, so they got along well.
I soon finished my pancake, as well as my milk. I got up from my chair, taking my plate to the kitchen and washing it.
“Gotta go to school! Have a great day. Bye.” I called out.
“Have fun!” My mom yelled.
I closed the door, and got into my car. I was legal age because I’m 19. I drove to school, as I headed into class. I only had 2 close friends. They were both girls, but I seemed to get along more with the boys. Most of the girls in my class wore makeup, where I didn’t. I usually got complimented for being a natural beauty, but I wasn’t cocky, so I didn’t believe what I was told.
“Okay class. Today is the last day of school. Who’s excited?”
My teacher asked.
Everyone shot up there hand, except for me. I mean, what was I supposed to do during summer? I obviously wouldn’t hang out with the girls in class. These were the times when I missed Liam. We’d always go swimming and camping in summer. But I was still mad at him for not even texting me anymore, or at least trying to call.
The day had passed by very quickly. I said my goodbyes to my friends – since I wouldn’t see them for 3 months because here in London we have an extra month off - and drove home. I unlocked my door and walked inside my house. I ran up to my room and pulled out my laptop, just to go on twitter. I followed Liam on twitter, of course. Why wouldn’t I?
I also followed the rest of the boys from his band – which they are VERY attractive! Especially the one that wears stripes. His name is Louis. I’ve done research obviously, but I’ve never met them – so I decided to check up on Liam and see how he’s doing.
One thing that bothered me was that Liam wasn’t following me. I bet he doesn’t even know that I have twitter. I wonder if he still has my number in his phone… I still have his. I wondered about a lot of things like, if he even remembers me.
I was reading his tweets, noticing how much he replies to his fans. He replies to people he doesn’t know, but he won’t to me. This made me feel so forgotten.
*Chapter 2 will be up tomorrow. Remember to go follow Mia on tumblr at, www.jhutchlover4life.tumblr.com !*
