Anastasia Félicité Tomlinson is Louis Tomlinson's sister... one of many sisters. But she is his only fully related sister.
Anastasia was born in January 1993, she was brought into this world by a one night stand with Louis' father after their mothe...
"dum, dum du-dum." lou and i sing along with liam on the speaker. i dance in my chair to the opening of Never Enough while Lou Teasedale does my hair and makeup. "have you and harry made up yet??" Lou asks as she plays with my hair and makes it look pretty i roll my eyes and she giggles as she watches me in the mirror "he messaged me...." i trail off looking down at my fingers. she gasped and stopped touching up my hair "he did?? what did he say??"
i frown looking up at her in the mirror "he asked how i was" her eyes widened slightly "he did??" "yeah he—" i began but got cut off by my phone ringing. i frowned and reached over in front of me to the desk. i picked it up and it read; Harry Styles. i looked up through my lashes at the mirror and saw Lou's reaction in the mirror. our eyes connected and i frowned harder "answer it." she smiled softly "i'll give you some space, message me when you're done" she rubs my shoulder, gives me a slight nod then walks out of my dressing room at the itv studios. i frowned and slid my thumb across my phone to answer the call, my acrylic nail scrapes across my screen as i do so. i raised my phone to my ear and cleared my throat "hell—"
"are you fucking niall??" he asked immediately, i almost choked on his words. "what?? why would you ask that?"
"it's all over the internet, you was both seen leaving the club together" he replied shortly. i frowned at his tone. "yeah, i did. we went to the studio"
he laughed down the phone "you expect me to believe that??" he snapped at me.
i raised my brows "yeah i do actually seen as though it's on my insta story of me and him at the studio and niall listening to a new song of mine; so before you fucking judge and let the media get into your head... learn all the facts. i can't believe you've actually rang me to ask me that! do you know how insane you sound? we aren't even together!" i rant down the phone at him.
he breathed, almost sighing "i'm so sorry."
i shook my head with tears in my eyes "fuck you harry" i say
"no stasia, baby i-"
end call. i slam my phone down on the desk in front of me from anger and frustration. how dare he think i'd just sleep with niall like that. i'm still fucking heartbroken over mine and harrys spilt. i could never do that to harry.
3 hours later;
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"Live On The Jonathan Ross Show; Anastasia Tomlinsonnnnn!!" the voice over said loudly making the live audience cheer relentlessly. i step out into view and everyone cheered louder for me. i see Jack and Michael Whitehall stand up from the yellow couches and Jonathan stands too and makes his way over to the stairs. i waved at the crowd and slowly stepped down the stairs making sure not to fall in my heels. as i got nearer the bottom of the stairs Jonathan grabbed my hand and helped me down the last few as everyone clapped. "hello how are you" he hugged me and i hugged him tightly back "i'm good how are you" i rubbed his back he let go and smiled at me saying he was okay. he walked over to the platform and helped me up where Jack and Michael Whitehall was stood clapping at my arrival. Jonathan left me to it as i headed for Jack and Michael "hiii, nice to see you" i pulled Michael into a hug and he hugged me back saying it was nice to see me also. i pulled back from the hug and shuffled over to Jack. we hugged each other and he gave me a squeeze "nice to see you again!" he happily said. "you too jack!" i rubbed him back. the cheering died down as i pulled out of the hug from Jack and sat down on the same sofa and Jack and Michael but closer to Jonathan's desk.
