Rebellious {a Louis Tomlinson Fanfiction}

Rebellious {a Louis Tomlinson Fanfiction}

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Twenty one year old Clio is - and always has been - adamant to keep herself happy, her family sweet and her dreams come true. When she stumbles upon a cool looking and quick witted male while running from another male (of a different personality), she instantly falls in love. Every inch of his tattoo covered skin, speckled with a few piercings here and there, his style kind of edgy and preppy, but at the same time cool and dark like you would pin next to the ambience of his looks. He had longish, coffee coloured hair - not too dark, not too light - and those beautiful blueish-grey eyes of his... She loved it. This proved to be addictive boy showed Clio things that had never even crossed her mind of doing, and more, but there's just one little hiccup in this perfectly sounding relationship... She wasn't allowed to be with him.
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[COMPLETED] "Shoot," Joey mumbles, letting out a string of profanities under his breath. We turn around to find a group of men, all with guns, standing where we just came from, and they look pissed... probably because they were forced to run through this tunnel after us. "Thought you could get away, didn't you?" The man who I saw before asks. His husky voice booms in the hollow tunnel, reverberating off of the dirt walls. His voice sounds familiar, and a realization strikes me. It sounds like the man from my dream. I remember him holding a gun and wearing a blue suit, smiling evilly at me. "Leave us alone," Joey says, sounding dangerous and snapping me out of my thoughts. The levity of the situation hits-we need to get out of here. I look around for a route of escape and thankfully I see a light, literally, at the end of the second tunnel. I let out a small, almost inaudible, gasp and nudge Joey. He looks at me and I subtly gesture with my head to the second tunnel. He glances at it and immediately we are on the same page. His jaw sets and he looks at the group. The man speaks up again, chuckling darkly-a sound I will never forget and will be permanently etched into my brain, "You can thank your father for starting this mess." -------------------------- Liza was a normal teenaged girl, living the average life that an eighteen year old girl should be living. She had good friends, good grades, a happy family, a loving boyfriend, and an overall content life, seemingly having everything a person could ask for. However, when she somehow gets thrown into the mix and is in the crossfires of a brutal mafia war that she has no business being a part of, things spiral out of control and she has to do whatever it takes to regain her freedom. In this hectic adventure of gun fights, torture, bank robbing and intimidating mafia men, Liza has to face it all, putting her average life on the line in order to defeat the bad guys and go back to her normal way of living.

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