L'Avocat

Prologue

Louis POV

"Liam I already told you, I will not get a new lawyer...I don't care that you can't come help me right now, you're the only one I trust to get me out of this...Jesus Christ ALRIGHT I'll meet him once, but if I don't like him you're getting your flat ass here, okay?...Yeah, yeah, love you too, bye."

I hang up before he can say anything and stare at the screen waiting for the text with the guys' number. When I finally receive it I immediately tap it, might as well get over with it already. After a few rings he answers.

"Bonjour? Comment puis-je vous aider?" Brilliant, the guy is french.

"Uhm...Bonjour je err... chercher un avocat?" Should've paid more attention in French class but I guess that'll do. I'm lucky french is similar to english and I'm a smartass.

"Genial! Souhaitez-vous un arrangement?" Yeah sure, I'm not leaving this place. How the hell do I answer.

"Yes- excuse me, oui. Pour mon er Maison? Oui, uhm.. Rue 24, cherchez pour une petite maison blanche." Where the heck is my dictionary, I thought I had one around?

"Monsieur, nous ne faisons pas de arrangements pour la maison." Ok, I found my laptop. Google, google, google- what does he mean by saying they don't do home appointments? Is he stupid? Jesus Christ...

"Je ne peux pas quitter ma maison idiote. Aujourd'hui à 6." Jesus, can't he understand I'm stuck here? What does he think I need a lawyer for? Opening a business? I swear to god, Liam better get his shit done by tomorrow cause this guy doesn't stand a chance.

"Mais-" He trying to sell me corn or what.

"No maize. J'attrendai et je m'attends à ce que vous soyez au moins compétent. Au revoir." I hope Liam wasn't playing when he said this guy is good, I have very high expectations thanks to the "review" he gave me of the guy.

I hang up and close the laptop. I'd like to thank google translate for teaching me more than 8 years of french classes did. Hopefully the guy understood what I was trying to say, may the odds be with me.

I start cleaning around and making some tea cause it's never too late for tea time. Just as I was about to start watching Housewives my dear friend Zaynie poo called. I have no idea how he does it cause he never calls, but when he does it's the worst moment possible for a chit chat.

"What the fuck do you want shithead, I'm trying to have a nice me time and me time means me ONLY time."

"Liam told me to call you to ask if you talked to that lawyer guy? He said if you didn't he'll chop your balls off or something. What even is that about?" Of course Liam said that.

"Well, will you please be a gentleman and tell my dear brother that I talked to the FRENCH idiot and got an appointment with him thank you very much."

"LIAM, LOUIS SAID HE GOT AN APPOINTMENT WITH THE GUY AND THAT HES FRENCH. YOU TRYING TO SET HIM UP OR WHAT? .... NO? OKAY? He said he's happy to hear you sometimes listen to what he says." I think my ears are bleeding. Did the cigarettes destroys his brain? Wait, let me reformulate that, does he at least have one?

"Did you really have to scream while on the phone? Couldn't you at least put the phone down so I don't go deaf? I kind of need my ears. Just saying."

"Did you really have to keep your phone by the ear? Couldn't you just put it down until I'm done doing what you asked me to? Just saying." The little bitch, I'm so egging his house. When I'm able to go out, of course.

"Touche, you're getting decent at comebacks, must have learned from the best."

"Yeah, I guess. Niall is a very good teacher."

"Fuck you man-" *doorbell rings* "The guy is here gotta go bye."

I drearily went to get the door. Why the hell is it so far away. I finally got the door and opened it with a grimace on my face cause the guy is here way to early.

"I told-"

"JE SUIS VOTRE AVOCAT!"

The guy startled me, not gonna lie, but what surprised me was his costume. No, really, he had a costume. An avocado one to be more exact.

"What the fuck are you- Excuse moi, err- what es vous erm wearing?" I said while struggling to find my phone. Where's google translate when you need it?

The guy looked at me with a weird face that changed like he realized something.

"Are you british?" He said in a very british accent, surprisingly, uncontaminated by the french one. "I knew your accent was weird on the phone. I'm british too! Cheshire to be more exact. Oh where are my manners, my name is Harry Edward Styles, I'm the lawyer."

I stared at the guy doubtfully. What the actual fuck is this prick doing, selling avocado on toast for Starbucks? After staring at the costume with disgust for a while I dared to look at his face. Wrong move. The little bitch had a grin on his face that made his dimples pop and deep forest green eyes. Oh, and a penis nose. I snorted and prepared my next move. Not really.

"I'm Louis Tomlinson, the s is silent, you pronounce it and I make you guacamole." He giggled. He fucking giggled. How old is he? 5?

"Okay shortie." He responded with a dimpled smile.

Shortie.

S h o r t i e.

"That's it, get out." As I was talking to the fucker I pulled my phone out and searched for Liam's name.

"What? No, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to offend you, really! Please, just let me in and let's talk about your case." He pleaded while I tried to suppress my laughter.

"Okay, okay. Please tell me you have spare clothes, I can't take you seriously while you're dressed like *I motioned my hand up and down* this."

"Uhm, no?" He said with an apologetic look on his face.

With a sigh, a deep tired sigh, I let him in and led him to the living room. If I'm loosing my time Liam is paying for this.

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OKAY HI! SO, THIS IS MY FIRST BOOK AND THIS IS THE FIRST CHAPTER OK WOW WHAT DO YOU THINK?

Oh and, for the french part I used google translate coz I don't know french so if you do know french and find mistakes please let me know.

What do you think Louis needs a lawyer for?

Also, I know it might seem pretty lame and I still don't know where I'm going with the storyline but I'll figure it out lol.

Until next time dear readers, have a great day treating people with kindness x

ALSO, THE HAPPIEST BIRTHDAY TO ASHTON IRWIN!!! HES GOT SUCH A PURE HEART AND HE NEEDS TO BE PROTECTED AT ALL COSTS, EVEN THO HES 26

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