Hush: A Louis Tomlinson Fanfiction

The Truth Hurts

Sammie's POV

I stepped off of the plane and was almost knocked over when someone ran into me. Finally releasing me, I saw that it was Lizzie.

"Hey Iz!"

"Hey Conrad! Where's your little boyfriend?"

"Umm..."

"Needed alone time?" Lizzie asked as if reading my thoughts.

"Yeah. Plus I have to help your brother get away from his little stripper girlfriend."

"Thanks, I'll help you. Trust me, all of his friends hate her but he doesn't see her in her true form as a bitch."

"Speaking of which, where is Jackson?"

"He's outside with the car, we better go."

Following Lizzie out to Jackson's car, I saw someone with a magazine. On the cover was a picture of me and Louis. It was the Facebook picture he had posted weeks ago. I was surprised that more people weren't coming up to me but then I remembered that I had my sunglasses on.

"You're probably going to want to keep the shades on Sam. People back here love you and Louis. They can't believe that a small town girl like you is engaged to your brother's best friend."

"Yeah well neither can I sometimes." I was starting to get scared again. The Facebook picture alone had caused me to hurt myself. What was in that magazine? Was I even ready to become a star? No, I wasn't.

I was relieved of my thoughts when I saw Jackson's car in front of me. Getting out of the car, he ran over and hugged me.

"God, I've missed you so much Sammie!"

"I've missed you too Jacks! I haven't seen you in like what, four months about now? This is the longest we've gone without seeing each other."

"I know! I tried going to your house after school let out but you weren't there. I had no idea you were on a completely different continent!"

"I'm sorry, I should have talked to you before I left. I guess I ran out of time."

"Oh don't worry about it. I've had plenty of fun here with Lizzie, isn't that right?" He said trying to hug her.

"Ew you have boy germs go away!" Lizzie squealed.

"Let's go you two," I said dragging Lizzie to the backseat with me.

....

"JACKSIE!!!!" A shrill fake-sounding voice shrieked when we got out of the car. Pulling up to Jackson's house I was greeted with the presence of who I assumed was Lola. Her spray tan was so thick it looked orange, her dyed blonde hair had so much product in it I'm sure a tornado couldn't have moved it. Her makeup was caked onto her face, she had nails that were about an inch long. To top it all off, her shirt didn't cover much, the skirt she was wearing almost didn't cover her bottom, and her ten inch heels were the cherry on top. I didn't notice a single real thing about her. Even her voice sounded fake.

"Hi Lola," Jackson said hugging her. "Lola this is Sammie, Sammie this is Lola."

"It's nice to meet you!" I said holding out my hand.

"Hi," she said not even looking at my hand. Her voice matched her eyes, cold and hard. How did Jackson miss the fact that she was evil?

"Alrighty then, I'm going to take Sammie up to my room," Lizzie said taking my hand. Following her inside we walked up the stairs and into her room. Quietly she shut the door behind us.

"She's such a witch," I said.

"Now you see what I mean! She dresses like a hooker and is mean to everyone. I don't see how Jackson likes her."