Touch of a Flame (Louis Tomlinson)

Chapter 1

Hi! This is Marianna, and this is my first fanfic that I have actually thought about(I've written other ones too, but those were shit). I feel like this is a fanfic that most of us fans can relate to, including me. So, yeah, I'll get on with the story.

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PORTIA POV

I feel something wet rubbing against my face. I put my hand there to rub the spot. Fuck.

I dribbled on my pillow again. Ughhhh. I try to flip over the pillow but get tired half way through and end up rolling off the bed, hitting my head on the bookshelf. Fuck my life.

Right now, I have given up on life. I can't even get out of bed properly, how do people expect me to get good grades and get a fine ass job that'll make me a millionaire. I've even made up an anthem for myself:

Me no study, me no care, me go and marry a millionaire!

If he die, me no cry, me go and marry another guy.

Boom, story of my life.

I end up just laying on the ground, contemplating my whole life. Lol...I'm a failure.

"PORTIA!!" ugh, i think that's my mum. I groan like I just had an orgasm for like 10 minutes and roll on the ground like a freaking seal, because I am one. I actually wonder what a seal's life is like, not having to do anything, don't have to go to school or do any of that shit.

Even standing up is a struggle for me. God help me. 

Somehow I make it to the bathroom. I almost scream. 

I look at myself in the mirror and I mumble to myself,

"Portia, you look like a fucking walrus"

Well, there goes my love life. I mean, imagine someone waking up next to me. They will be like those cartoon characters, eyes jumping out of their sockets and running away as fast as they can, with their legs looking like a bloody tornado.

"Portia, get your ass down here! You've got your soccer tournament!"

My mum calls from downstairs. The soccer tournament, oh. Shit. Well, I don't have any of my soccer clothes so...

"Mum!!! Do I have to go?! My soccer clothes are in the wash. Can't you just say I came down with the flu or something so I don't have to go??"

"Already one step in front of you, I WASHED THEM THIS MORNING WHILE YOU WERE SLEEPING!!"

She yells, and I can tell she has that grin on her face. She wants to ruin my life.

The only reason why I ever agreed to play soccer was because of my dad. He passed away two years ago, when I was 12. He always wanted me to play soccer, he would always be in the backyard, trying to make me participate with my brother and him kicking the ball, but I always refused. I only play soccer in memory of him.

"PORTIA HURRY THE FU-"

"MOTHER, I'M COMING!! JESUS!!!!"

I wish there was a volume louder than loud, I would've used that. God, she pisses me off.

As I walk down the stairs, I see mum preparing pancakes. Finally, she's doing something right.

"Mum, where are my clothes?"

"So, you decided to come?"

I gave her a blank stare.

She laughed and focused back at the pancakes. I just stood there. She didn't answer my question...