"Beep, Beep, Beep!" My alarm screamed. I groaned as I lifted my head up from my pillow to see the time. 9:30, it read. Shit, I was late to my job.....at Starbucks. It was just filler in my life until I actually did something other than dream about fame that was probably never going to happen. But enough negativity, it's the morning, isn't there already enough (Hint: waking up)? I climbed out of bed and stumbled over to my small bathroom. I flicked the lights on (Bad idea) and was instantly blinded. I rushed through my morning routine, which basically consisted of just hygiene and applying the slightest bit of makeup. I was never one of those girls who liked to cake makeup on their faces. I just never thought it was necessary. I slipped into my uniform, grabbed my wallet and coat and sped out the door onto the busy streets of London.
Around me, I heard snippets of British accents. Yeah, I lived in London, but I was American. So despite having lived here for about 3 months, I still hadn't really gotten used to it. I walked the streets, not really paying attention to where I was going, when I suddenly tripped over a crack in the pavement, and ran straight into someone. I felt myself falling forward, and I knew I was going to fall, face first. I closed my eyes, waiting to feel the pavement, but I didn't. Instead, I was sort of suspended. I opened up my eyes, and peered up at the face of Louis Tomlinson.
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Little Things
FanfictionMarcie Reynolds was just an avergae girl with an average life. Until one day, when that average life gets turned inside out and upside down by none other than Louis Tomlinson.
