Louis’ POV
When I’d left the reception, I’d gone straight back to the airport. I had to return for our last performance. When it had originally got pushed back, I’d been excited because it meant I’d be able to come here and surprise Lauren. What a mistake that ended up being. I shouldn’t have punched him, I realized that. Too late obviously. I’d spent the flight getting drunk. Again, not the smartest idea. Paul was pissed when he’d come to pick me up and saw that. I couldn’t help it though. I’d tried calling her, but she hadn’t answered. She was avoiding me. I arrived back in Sydney around midnight, which meant it was about lunchtime back there. Still no messages. Paul managed to get me back to the hotel, ordering me to bed. The first thing I did when I woke, was check my phone, but still nothing. The next thing I noticed, was the boys scattered throughout my room.
“Jesus Christ” I exclaim in surprise, jumping a foot as I see them. I half expect a crack from Harry about how he’s not actually Jesus, but his face is set in a frown.
“What’s going on?” I ask, seeing similar faces on the rest of the boys.
“What the hell were you thinking?” Liam hisses, throwing a paper at me. I look over at him with a frown before my gaze falls to the tabloid headline.
Louis Tomlinson Crashes Wedding?
I let out a gulp as I continue reading. Someone had apparently leaked the story. Not that I should be surprised. There were tons of cameras around. Just because they weren’t paparazzi, didn’t mean it wouldn’t end up in the newspaper. I knew that. And they got a pretty good shot of Lauren and I mid-argument with the distraught bride in the background. The sad part of it all was the argument didn’t even look like our worst one. We fought all the time. I don’t think there has been one visit that was completely argumentless. After one particularly bad fight, we’d had Harry come over to move all the breakable things above our reach. The good thing about having tall friends. I look back up at the boys with a guilty expression, but they weren’t done with me yet.
“There’s this also,” Harry says shoving my computer at me. I look down at it to see it already open to a youtube video. Shit, I think as I read the title and artist.
Mr. Know It All
Well ya think you know it all
But ya don't know a thing at all
Ain't it, ain't it something y'all
When somebody tells you something 'bout you
Think that they know you more than you do
So you take it down another pill to swallow
Mr. Bring Me Down
Well ya, ya like to bring me down, don't you?
But I ain't laying down, baby, I ain't goin' down
Can't nobody tell me how it's gonna be
Nobody's gonna make a fool out of me
Baby, you should know that I lead not follow
Oh you think that you know me, know me
That's why I'm leaving you lonely, lonely
'Cause baby you don't know a thing about me
You don't know a thing about me
You ain't got the right to tell me
When and where to go, no right to tell me
Acting like you own me lately
Yeah baby you don't know a thing about me
You don't know a thing about me
Mr. Play Your Games
Only got yourself to blame when you want me back again
But I ain't falling back again
'Cause I'm living my truth without your lies
Let's be clear baby this is goodbye
I ain't coming back tomorrow
Oh you think that you know me, know me
That's why I'm leaving you lonely, lonely
'Cause baby you don't know a thing about me
You don't know a thing about me
You ain't got the right to tell me
When and where to go, no right to tell me
Acting like you own me lately
Yeah baby you don't know a thing about me
You don't know a thing about me
So what you've got the world at your feet
And you know everything about everything
But you don't
You still think I'm coming back but baby you'll see yeah...
Oh you think that you know me, know me
That's why I'm leaving you lonely, lonely
'Cause baby you don't know a thing about me
You don't know a thing about me
You ain't got the right to tell me
When and where to go, no right to tell me
Acting like you own me lately
Yeah baby you don't know a thing about me
You don't know a thing about me
Mr. Know It All
Well ya think you know it all
But ya don't know a thing at all
Yeah baby you don't know a thing about me
You don't know a thing about me
YOU ARE READING
Camera Shy (Louis Tomlinson) Book 5
FanfictionLauren was an ordinary girl. Or at least that's what she aspired to be. But when you're the sister of a famous performer, privacy is a luxury. Throw in a youtube account where no one can tell who she is, and you've got a recipe for disaster. How can...
