Hey, Princess (Louis Tomlinson Fan Fiction)

Chapter 5

"Am I being Punk'd?" I ask him, scanning the area looking for a hidden camera.

"What?" Tom or Louis, whatever his name is, asks me.

"Do I get to meet Ashton Kutcher? I always liked him in That 70's Show." I run a hand through my hair to look presentable.

"Why would you be getting Punk'd?" He raises an eyebrow at me, clearly confused.

"Because there is no way that Louis Tomlinson would be here, talking to me." I explain to him.

"Why do you think that?" He frowns at me.

"Do you know who he is? He is in the most famous boy band right now. He doesn't have time to talk to a girl like me. He is probably in some fancy hotel, having a personal chef cook him lobster and crème brûlée." I babble.

"I've never had crème brûlée." Tom or Louis states.

"Thanks for that information." I give him a thumbs up, walking away.

"Wait!" He grabs my arm, stopping me. "Let me prove to you that I'm Louis Tomlinson. Come back to my hotel room."

I shake my arm out of his grip. "Isn't that what pedophile's say to get young girls to go with them? Then they get killed. Yeah, I'll have to pass on that."

"I'm not going to kill you."

"That's what they all say." I point out. "Now I have to go."

"Wait!" He grabs my arm again.

I groan, loudly. "You are seriously annoying the crap out of me! Can't you just leave me alone?"

"Once you believe that I'm Louis Tomlinson!" He releases my arm.

I throw my hands up in the air. "Fine! I believe you! You are Louis Tomlinson. Bye now!" I spin on my heel to walk away.

"Wait!"

I spin around to face him. "No! Stop saying wait! I don't want to wait. I want to leave."

"Okay. I'll let you leave, but meet me in Downtown Disney at four. I'll be in the Ghirardelli ice cream shop. See you then!" He starts walking away from me.

I stare at the back of his head. "What makes you think I will show up?" I tell at him.

He glances over his shoulder and smirks at me. "Because you are curious of who I really am."

I watch as he walks away, disappearing in the crowd. Pssh. I'm not curious. I don't care who he is. There is no way that he is Louis Tomlinson. Louis Tomlinson would never be talking to a girl like me. He can wait in that ice cream shop all night for all I care. I'm going home after work. I have one more hour of work left.

I check the time on my phone to see I need to be in character in ten minutes. Crap! I run as fast as I can through the park to get back to my dressing room. Tanner is probably already getting dressed. It's a good thing my Wendy outfit is really simple. Otherwise, I would never be ready on time.

I make it back to the dressing room in seven minutes, giving me three minutes to transform myself into Wendy. Tanner is standing in front of the mirror, adjusting his wig when I run into the room. I pick up my outfit and rush into the bathroom to change. It takes me about two minutes to change into my outfit.

"Here's your wig." Tanner holds out the brunette wig for me.

I hop on one foot to pull on the black shoe on my right foot. "Thanks."

I straight up and throw my hair up in a messy bun. Tanner waits patiently as I put my wig on my head. By the awkward silence in the room, I take it that he doesn't know what to say about lunch earlier. I don't want to talk about it. Nikki's words really hurt me. Tanner is not the one to blame. He didn't make Nikki say that to me.