Secret Prince (Louis Tomlinson)

Chapter 6

I was woken up once again by Niall. Stupid Irishmen these days, ugh. I roll out of bed and then decide to just go back to sleep for a little bit. I lay back down and close my eyes, trying to get some sleep but everyone is already awake and making a bunch of noise, keeping me from sleeping peacefully.

Finally after what seemed like an hour of trying to go to sleep, I get out of bed and walk out to the ugly bathroom right next to my room and close the door, a little harsher than I intended.

Two towels were in the bathroom that all of us had to use and they were both wet and rough. My skin isn't used to towels like this and the soap.. Don't even get me started.

I turned on the shower and waiting for it to get hot, which took about 3 minutes.. 3 minutes longer than it should've taken. I roll my eyes and strip, getting in the shower and hesitantly pick up the soap.

Putting it to my nose, I smell it and put it back down, grabbing the shampoo and squirt some in my hand while wetting my hair then hesitantly start washing my hair. I quickly rinse it off and do the same with my body before getting out. Shortest shower I've ever taken.

I grab one of the towels and dab myself with it, looking around for a blow dryer, which they did not have. What kind of a place doesn't have a blow dryer? Ugh. I wrap the towel around my waist and walk out to my room, looking at the American looking clothes I bought from yesterday.

What'a most American? I grab a button up shirt with jeans and pair it with a pair of cowboy boots. Nebraska. Yea this looks Nebraskan. I tuck my shirt in and walk out and downstairs.

When I get down, the camera men snicker at me the moment they see me. Fucking bastards better watch how they treat loyalty.

I walk down and sit on the couch next to my fellow princes. "Ok now that everyone's here, let's start, so now you'll be job hunting!" The camera man says, getting off his laughing fit. "I know you guys have probably never had to work a day in your lives or anything but now, you're gonna have to get used to it." He laughs and looks at the rest of the crew as I bite my tongue to not say anything.

He hands us all newspapers to look through to find job offers. I grab mine from him and put it down, looking around at everyone else who's reading the paper cooperatively.

They give us a few minutes to decide before taking the papers from us and sending us off into a place we barely know to go look for jobs. Jobs aren't for princes their for servants.

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I decided to pair up with Harry to find a job because.. I don't know I just did. We walked around everywhere for about half an hour before finally stumbling into an ice cream place. We see a huge sign in front of it saying 'help needed' so we went inside to check and talked to the manager. He asked for our resumes but we didn't have any as American so we just thought it was over but apparently, people here are idiots who will take two people with no experience to work for them... America... Wow.

But long story short, we got the job and started working. He gave us our uniform and for the first day we were just watching everyone inside to learn what to do which was enough work for me as it it.

Our work day ended a few hours later and we received our schedules. Everyday from noon to 3... 3 hours of working in here? I felt like I was gonna cry.

Harry on the other hand took it like it was something that he normally did and right when we finish, we walk out and Harry already has at least 5 numbers and dates with girls. That kid... I could learn a thing or two from him.

I decided to try my hand in that and walk up to a girl that looked nice.

"Hey" I look at them and smile, but her eyes travel straight to my uniform which I forgot to take off before looking at my face.

"Hi" she giggles- for what- I don't know, but it sounded cute.

"I'm Louis" I remembered that American girls go crazy for guys with accents so I add in "I'm British" and smile my charming smile as she giggles again.

"I thought thought you were. I'm Helen."

"What a pretty name for a pretty girl" I say trying to mimick Harry. I guess it worked because we kept talking for about 10 minutes before I finally decide to ask for her number. I was about to ask her to go to dinner with me at a restaurant but... I'm poor. So I asked her to come to the house for dinner and she agreed. Harry was giving us glances until I walked over and found out he had 13 girls' numbers. How does he do it?

As much as I wanted to find out, I had to get home and get the house ready for my date and start cooking something.

We get home and I walk to my room, cleaning as much as I can but end up taking an hour nap since I got tired. I wake up and lay in bed for a few minutes thinking about what I should make.

I come up with a fish taco... Those are pretty American right? Unfortunately, I had two setbacks: I can't cook and I'm poor. And also another one: Harry had invited a girl over for dinner and was already cooking. We probably should've figured that out...

I tried to negotiate with him but since he was already half done with his cooking I called up the girl to tell her I had to call off the date. She hung up on me after we planned our date for tomorrow. I'm guessing it's not happening.

Whelp, less trouble for me to worry about.

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Ok hi so I see there's a lot more reads and a lot more people are putting this into their libraries so thanks so much, I started school but I'll try to make more time for updated :) please vote and comment what you think I wanna know how it's going for you, :)))