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I walked swiftly, my face covered almost completely by the hood of my sweatshirt, down the streets of London. Even on a rainy day, (And it was pouring, mind you) people were shoving past me in a rush. I was being tossed around like a sack of potatoes, having trouble keeping myself from stumbling and falling into one of the puddles on the side of the street.
I was, like I did every day, walking to the nearest place I could buy some food. I didn't have much money in my pocket, but I had to buy something to last the week. Cheap stuff, probably. Most likely cabbage, maybe some potatoes. I'd read somewhere that you could live off of potatoes.
Maybe I had enough to buy something else too, like... tea. Tea sounded so good right then, I hadn't had a nice, warm cup of tea since--
My thoughts were interrupted by a young man running straight into me. I did indeed stumble then, but a pair of strong arms caught me before I fell and set me upright again. "Erm... Sorry." We both said at the same time, making it quite awkward. I wasn't even looking at the poor guy. After two seconds of standing awkwardly, me looking at his shiny tennis shoes and him most likely staring at my strange appeal, the crowd forced us to move on, and the guy's shoes were gone.
He would never give me a second thought, that guy. Whoever it was, he was going to forget about me as soon as he remembered wherever it was he had to get to so fast, just like everyone else in this place.
Always in such a rush.
Sometimes I'd hear them muttering to themselves. An appointment, a call, a meeting. Whatever it was.
Sometimes I'd hear faint "Good morning"s on the not so busy days. Which were rare.
Sometimes I'd see famous people.
I knew almost all the celebrities that hung around London. I mean, I used to work in the makeup industry. Before I lost my job, replaced by some skanky witch, I'd been treated with doing the makeup of so many stars.
It had actually been going almost too well. But then, they fired me. I was replaced. My boyfriend, Carter, left me as soon as I started having trouble with my rent. And my parents weren't helping either.
I was barely making it.
I needed to get a job soon.
But that was the problem. There just aren't any makeup artist jobs available in London anymore. I'd be lucky if I found anything, honestly.
For some reason, my thoughts strayed back to Fancy-Shoes for a moment. If he had such fancy shoes... maybe he was some celebrity? The shoes had looked quite expensive. And if the guy was famous, that meant he had or needed a makeup artist. The question was whether he had one or not?
If he was even famous.
His shoes could have just been a gift or a prize or something.
I almost chuckled at myself. Here I was, overreacting over some guy because he had fancy shoes.
Like I'd said, tomorrow we'll both be thinking about something else, and most likely never look back on that awkward moment on the sidewalk.
Completely oblivious to the fact that he would change my life forever.

Notes

So... New story... I wanted to give Louis a chance in this one lol
Because I was like dying for him in my other story D':
ANYWAY.
Yeah.
Thanks babes xx
~MM