Louis Tomlinson Selfie Novels & Stories

Anya opened her mouth to respond, but Lorenzo's phone chimed. He glanced down. A notification. Louis had posted something. He opened it and stopped breathing. It was a photo. Louis lying on the bed, one of the silk shirts Lorenzo had bought him hanging loose off his shoulder, the morning light catching his blonde hair and turning it gold. He wasn't smiling exactly, but his mouth was soft, his eyes half-lidded, the earring…Lorenzo's mother's earring…catching the light. The caption read: "Trying to figure out if this counts as getting ready or already ready."

After it, he’s eating his ice cream happily. “Thank you for this!” he holds my hand and thanks me smilingly. I feel a little bit of awkwardness. We went back in our direction when a bunch of teenagers is there and seems like waiting. “LV! Can we have a photo with you?” They asked. “Sure!” Lou agreed and he approached them. Without any hesitation, they had a photo in front of us. “Can we have a photo together?” A guy asked and Lou agreed. “No problem!” Lou handed the phone to the guy and raised it to have a selfie.

She gives him a kiss Mom: hi Louis: hi my beautiful how are you? Mom: am I okay, a little water? Louis: no it's okay Mom: well I will not go through a thousand ways, this is my daughter Ashley I pretend I don't know him Me: delighted Louis: same, you are very beautiful Me: thank you Louis: Ashley, do you know any Arafat? Me: yes I love him, he has a concert this week Louis: well I have two tickets Me: ah, I couldn't get it. His fans are too ready for him

Cautiously, he searched for Danny and in time found him, almost naked and pinned up against the wall. The first intent was to grab the rock lying carelessly nearby and ram it into the back of the assaulter's head but Louis knew he could kill two birds with one stone so he clicked a single photo and slowly went back to hide behind the flowers. He used his other phone and sent the image to JC with instructions on what to do. Then he waited. Counting down from twenty and just as he got to sixteen, he heard the roar of Williams and then he stood back until Danny ran past him, he gripped the man into his embrace and held him tightly into his chest but Danny fought his hands away and ran like a ma

"Ace, I am Louis Harper. I always keep my words and promises. Therefore, you don't need to be provoked by the rumors." Grace snorted. As she looked away, Louis picked up the photo paper from the floor. "Listen! Sky and I do look intimate here. But in reality, our lips were not touching. It's just the angle of this picture. The paparazzi must have wanted to create a scene with this," Louis explained, trying to clear up the misunderstanding. "About the bathroom, we didn't do anything there. We just peed. We had to go in together because our hands were still handcuffed," Louis showed Sky's wrist in the picture. "Do you see? The handcuffs are clearly visible here."

Louis inhaled, clenched his fist, and then unclenched, before exhaling. “Let me show you something.” He reached for his phone, unlocked it, scrolled once, then turned it around. “Look.” I leaned in lightly. A picture filled the screen. A man who looked in his mid-forties. A mustache that curled upward, and an expression that felt like he had never smiled in his life. “Who is this man?” My gaze flicked to Louis. “My mother’s candidate.” I paused. “Candidate?” Louis rolled his eyes. “For marriage.”

Milo smirks as he stares at the random photos on the gallery but there was still no selfie. “Here I am thinking girls have a lot of selfies.” He mumbled to himself as he kept swiping right. There were other photos of Lindy’s Starbucks escapade with Martha and a few photos of her best friend in it that made Milo thought she was Lindy. Milo takes a long drink from his glass of red wine and tried to convince himself that it might not be Lindy. He kept on swiping through some more photos until he finally came across a picture of Lindy and her parents standing next to her.

The fist pumping youth screamed from the back and I caught Lola smiling from her place crouched down on the floor next to her class. Laughing, I nodded. “Yeah, Dionysus Rising.” I made another mental note to find out who the kid was before we left. “And we are here today because there's someone here that's really important to me. Do you all know who this handsome devil is?” Twisting, I pointed to Louis. “Yo kids.” Louis gave them all a totally rockstar head nod, his blond hair flashing. “Anyway, his name is Louis Michaelson and–” “Oh, Miss!” A girl half way back called out. “That's the same as your name.”

He had insisted over the phone that we needed to meet face-to-face about something urgent concerning Samson's mental health. I felt guilty about blocking Samson, so after some hesitation, I agreed to come. "Nothing's wrong," Louis said with a light smile. I frowned instinctively. "I just wanted to see if Samson's piano teacher was as wild as she was in the video," he said, his gaze stripping me bare. My face instantly lost all color. I demanded, asking, "What do you mean, Mr. Rhodes?" Louis took out his phone, and a video began to play. The familiar sounds of moaning filled my ears, and I turned deathly pale.

He looked at me, and a smirk passed his face. “First, take a selfie with me.” I nodded and fixed my hair before getting in the camera frame. Tentin took several pictures of us from different angles and showed other facial expressions. It was pretty fun. “Let's go,” Tentin said. “Where?” “Get an iPhone.” I squealed and jumped off the bed. “So I'm going to be very popular?” Tentin smiled, revealing his deep dimples. “You'll see.” We walked out of the room and waved at Luke standing in the passageway, looking intimidating.