Lovebug (Louis Tomlinson Love Story)
Here is my new story inspired by the song Lovebug by the Jonas Brothers. Hope you enjoy and all criticism, suggestions, etc. are kindly accepted :)
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Chapter 1
Intro
"Wendy dear, try to get home as soon as possible after your classes. I'll have a chauffeur wait right outside of your school to come bring you home," I heard my dad say from outside my bedroom door.
I rolled over in my bed, still sleepy and lazy. It got boring after a while, going to school to study medicine like my dad did. I was the youngest and felt like a trophy to my dad. He was a wealthy cosmetic surgeon in Hollywood and my brother didn't bother following his footsteps. It wasn't fair. I admit 100% that I was jealous of his ability to not care about what my dad thought about him wanting to be a marine biologist. My mom on the otherhand, was a retired model and a "stay at home" mom, which she was terrible at. http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=46163185 I have never ever seen her step foot into the kitchen and prepare a nice homecooked meal. All the cooking and cleaning was left for the maids around the house. I didn't like it.
And the house...my gosh. I felt like I lived in a museum. http://www.polyvore.com/wendys_house/collection?id=1445659 Everything was too perfect and precise. Just the way my dad liked it. And there was nothing happy about the place! My room was even boring. I don't think that if someone stepped foot inside of it, they'd be able to tell that a girl lived in it. Except for maybe the few cookbooks I had hiding underneath my bed and my iPod deck.
That was my one secret passion: cooking. I loved it.
If I was brave enough like Will, I would have dropped out of school and gone to a culinary school instead. Something about the way different spices and flavors could be so different yet alike when cooking, made me awestruck. What I really wanted to do one day was own my own restaurant somewhere cool, like in England. I could be the next Nando's or something!
Instead of daydreaming about my future, I got up from bed and went to my bathroom to get ready for today, which I was kind of excited for.
Tonight my dad was going to throw a masquerade-themed ball and invite all the famous people he knew to come over and celebrate some big news he said he wanted to surprise me with. I wasn't excited about his surprise or anything, just the ball. It might be nice having company over and bringing life to this boring place.
I rolled over in my bed, still sleepy and lazy. It got boring after a while, going to school to study medicine like my dad did. I was the youngest and felt like a trophy to my dad. He was a wealthy cosmetic surgeon in Hollywood and my brother didn't bother following his footsteps. It wasn't fair. I admit 100% that I was jealous of his ability to not care about what my dad thought about him wanting to be a marine biologist. My mom on the otherhand, was a retired model and a "stay at home" mom, which she was terrible at. http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=46163185 I have never ever seen her step foot into the kitchen and prepare a nice homecooked meal. All the cooking and cleaning was left for the maids around the house. I didn't like it.
And the house...my gosh. I felt like I lived in a museum. http://www.polyvore.com/wendys_house/collection?id=1445659 Everything was too perfect and precise. Just the way my dad liked it. And there was nothing happy about the place! My room was even boring. I don't think that if someone stepped foot inside of it, they'd be able to tell that a girl lived in it. Except for maybe the few cookbooks I had hiding underneath my bed and my iPod deck.
That was my one secret passion: cooking. I loved it.
If I was brave enough like Will, I would have dropped out of school and gone to a culinary school instead. Something about the way different spices and flavors could be so different yet alike when cooking, made me awestruck. What I really wanted to do one day was own my own restaurant somewhere cool, like in England. I could be the next Nando's or something!
Instead of daydreaming about my future, I got up from bed and went to my bathroom to get ready for today, which I was kind of excited for.
Tonight my dad was going to throw a masquerade-themed ball and invite all the famous people he knew to come over and celebrate some big news he said he wanted to surprise me with. I wasn't excited about his surprise or anything, just the ball. It might be nice having company over and bringing life to this boring place.



175 Comments
Why are you always SO amazing!?!?!?!? Need more!!!!!
oooooh kwl!! a louis one!!!
~Jordy
(yay!! i found the '~' button!!!)
lol i only just recently found the back slash button, see: \ yay! and this one: | he he x THIS STORY IS AMAZING!!!!
Can't wait for the rest:)
Can't wait for the rest:)
I love this already!! :) You are such a great author! I can't wait to see what you have planned for this series!! :)
OH CHEYAH!! Finally a Louis story ^_^
-Gabriela
This is awesome!!!! Can you write more?
Yes I'm gonna write more :p Hopefully a new chapter up tomorrow-ish
I like it :P ! More please :))
PLEASE WRITE MORE ON THIS I LOOVVEE LOUISSSSS
I like it!