Chasing Fate

Fate, chance, karma, good will, pretty much anything and everything; I believed in. I hoped for a better life and by that I needed to believe in something. Mostly I had to believe in myself but some days that wasn’t enough. It didn’t put food on the table, or pay the bills, or even take care of two children and myself. No, that was taken care of by money that I had to steal from the snotty rich. I wasn’t a thief by choice. Stealing was a necessity for the life of my two sisters and me. I had to work two jobs just to make sure I have a roof over our heads. My sisters were too young to even understand all the things I had to do for them. Even if the things were bad, just to see their eyes light up with joy every time I walked through that apartment door made all those bad things disappear. And I thank whatever higher being that there was that they were with me. And that day something had to be playing a role in my life. At that moment in time it was fate that I had chosen to walk down that street and he had turned down the same one. If I hadn’t, who knows where I would be. If he hadn’t, who knows where he would be.
This is my story of how I found love.

"A Louis Tomlinson Fan Fiction"