youtube // louis tomlinson

chapter one

"balee where the fuck is my tripod, bitch?" im searching the whole apartment and i can't find the damn thing.

"how the fuck am i supposed to know? im not the one who posts myself all over the internet." she shouts from her room.

"says the girl who runs twelve fucking blogs on tumblr," i mutter under my breath.

"i heard that, bitch."

"go to hell."

"im already there, being satan and all," she smirks at me.

"ugh," i groan checking in every place imaginable. "what can i do to get you to help?"

"what can kat do to get me to help her?" balee thinks aloud. "buy me pizza and let me be in your video."

"anything else?" i press.

"nope, i need more followers so this is a great publicity stunt."

"you greedy whore," i groan. "fine now help me find my tripod."

she pushes herself out from under the covers and places her laptop on her nightstand before walking to the bathroom. i stare at her in shock as she opens the bathroom closet, pulling out my tripod.

"you bitch hoe!" i gasp as she hands it to me. "you blatantly hid it from me to blackmail me into letting you be in my video."

"well let's shoot then." i shoot her a glare. i really hate this bitch.

"awe bestie i hate you too," she pinches my cheek.

"go get dressed, you look like you climbed out of a garbage can and smell like ass."

"did you just call me trash?!" she shouts.

"yes, now go get dressed before i make the video without you." she turns around and leaves my room.

a few minutes she comes back wearing a beetles muscle tee and white skinny jeans paired with her black and white converse.

"ready to shoot this, bitch?" i ask her as she sits next to me adjusting the tripod height.

"yep." i make sure everything is in place before pressing the record button.

"yo bitches of the internet, what's up im kat and welcome to my fucking channel," i introduce my video the way ive been introducing it for a year and a half now. "im here with this slut sitting next to me, say hi balee."

balee waves to the camera. "if you follow my tumblr goldenmatty, your the real shit." i push her off of the bed and out of the view of the camera. "don't listen to her," i say directly to the camera. "she's nothing but an attention whore. she hid my tripod just so she could be in this video."

by now, balee had made it right back into her previous spot annoying the crap out of me. i have no clue how or why i put up with her shit. she's always been there, i put up with her shit and she puts up with mine.

"yep so if you don't follow me, i went through all the trouble of actually climbing out of bed and hiding her tripod for nothing. please don't let my extreme exercising go to waste."

"on another note, this video does have an actual purpose besides balee trying to force you to follow her. im going to playlist live!" im going to edit a bunch if yays and applause right here. "as most of you know, i live in la, but im going to london for playlist. i can't wait to see you guys there and take pictures with all of you guys, my bitches."

i look over at balee before moving on to the next topic of our video. "for the rest of the video we are going to be doing the internet addiction tag, ready balee?"