Losing and winning (Louis Tomlinson fanfic) ON HOLD

Losing and winning (Louis Tomlinson fanfic)

Note: Heyy! This is my new Louis Tomlinson Fabric that I decided to make! I really hope all of you like it! Yes... There will be frequent errors since I am currently writing on my kindle fire. And it tends to make mistakes... Often. Well the main characters name is Emily:) Which is the name of one of my friends. But I don't think she is reading this. Lol but her description will be different then how she actually looks. Well enough talking! On to the chapter! ^____^

Chapter one: Helping everyone, but myself....

Emilys P.O.V

I cracked open my hazel eyes open, to see a young Blonde girl standing beside my bed. She is my little sister Ellie. She had wavy hair that trailed down her thin, slender back. Her eyes a stunning blue, reflecting the suns rays beautifully. She was 13, but so kind and caring.

"Morning Emily" She smiled at me. She was acting a little strange.. I don't know why. I glance at my digital clock sitting on my night stand beside my bed. It was only 9:15 am....

"Why are you so happy at this time? Shouldn't you still be sleeping? You know till 3 in the afternoon?" I groaned.

"Well yeah... But-" I cut her off. "But what?" I questioned.

"Ummm.. Mum bought me tickets to go to this concert. And I have no one to take me.." She nervously replied. Great... Just great. I absolutely hate the music she listens to... If consists of Katy Perry, Justin Bieber, and annoying people who sing about sappy love stories.

I know that's how most teens are. But I'm not.. I'm a 18 year old who enjoys all time low, Flyleaf, and mainly Paramore.

Yeah they sing about love. But not in a happy way. Which is why I like them so much.

"Who are they?" I ask her, totally annoyed.

"One Direction. The cutest boy band that England has to offer.." She sings. Great.... That stupid new boy band that everybody loves but me. Ugh....

"Fine." I scowl. I know my mum would have a fit if I disagreed with her. Remember when it sounded like I actually liked my sister. Yeah I lied.

***

Hours later my sister was pounding loudly on my door. "EMILYYYYYYYY!!! HURRY UP! Maybe I can meet one of the boys if we leave early!!! Maybe Niall..." I hear the desperation in her voice.

I re- adjust my black slim tee, and pulled down my white, ripped jeans. Yeah I really think I will get some stares.

Before I exited my boring room I glanced in the mirror on last time.

Man I was so ugly.... My black hair looked like crap... Which is why I put it in a bun. And my eyes were the only thing that was bright on me.

I reached over and grabbed me black side bag and tossed it over my shoulder.

"Ready?" I asked Ellie when I approached her at the bottom of the stairs.

"Duh!" She said while texting away on her blackberry. She stood up from the couch and walked out the to my car. She was wearing a pink tank top that hugged her body tightly. With pale blue skinny jeans that hugged her legs even tighter than her shirt. Yep. We are nothing alike.... Nothing.....

We finally approached a large building where the concert was being held. It was put together with thick brown bricks. And had 9 doors spreading all along the front. Tons of girls were walking in with posters. And wait... Carrots? Gross. What kind if fandom was this? Nothing like the ones I enjoy.

"Hurry and find a spot already!! My husbands are waiting for me!!!" She whined. Why does she think these little boys would ever date her? The got models they can date. Not 13 year old crazed fans..