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Snake Eyes (Louis Tomlinson Fan Fic)


Loren POV

I stormed down the back hallway from the lounge to my father’s office. I knew that’s exactly where he would be. He never would leave the casino while I still was here and I can’t imagine him trusting that blue-eyed devil in this building. As I approached the double doors, Mattheo’s eyes widened. Obviously, he could visibly see my rage and was shocked I wasn’t behaving like the timid little girl he knew.

“Move aside!” I shout as I approach the doors.

“Allow me, ple--,” Mattheo scurries to open the door, but he is not fast enough to beat me to it. I slam my hand on the door and storm into the office. Someone is sitting across from my father at his desk, but I am too angry to care about good manners.

“We need to talk! Now!” I yell at my father and notice he is taken aback.

“Loren, please allow me to introduce you to Senor Morul,” he nods towards the man and I notice his tone is strained, but again, I have no interest in being polite.

“Senor, please excuse us but I need to speak with my father immediately,” I state in the most authoritative voice I can muster.

“Ah, this is your daughter Alfonso? Oh, pleasure to meet you my dear,” ugh he is so oily looking. He walks over to me grabs my hand and slobbers on it and I am so appalled I want to vomit. I tug my hand back, purse my lips, and look to my father with my eyebrows raised.

“Um yes. Senor, please excuse us. Apparently, I have some urgent business to tend to with my daughter. My men will show you out,” my father rounds the desk to shake his hand, but this man makes no move to leave.

“Alfonso, an outspoken woman like her needs a strong husband to temper her. I think you should reconsider my offer,” I don’t know what he’s talking about, but he makes my skin crawl.

“Impossible. I told you Loren is betrothed to Louis Tomlinson,” oh dear God he is spreading the news already. This insanity must be stopped. I go to open my mouth and he gives me a look that says ‘don’t say a word or you’ll regret it’.

“Pity,” he looks at me with disgust and it makes my blood run cold because there was a look of evil in his eyes. Thankfully, he walks towards the door and leaves without another word. My father slumps into his chair behind his desk and lets out a loud breath.

“Now what was it you wanted to discuss princess?” he asks with a frown on his face

“Don’t patronize me and call me princess! Who was that creepy man anyhow?” I ask.

“A casino owner from Spain. He’s a dangerous man, does lots of underworld dealings. For the past year, he traveled here five times to try to get me to do business with him. I want nothing to do with him,” he says with a weary voice.

“Speaking of wanting nothing to do with people, I want nothing to do with that Louis person,” I cross my arms to take an aggressive body posture that I learned in communications class.

“But I picked him especially for you darling,” he coos and I flip out.

“Are you kidding me?! Picked him out for me? This isn’t the old country anymore with arranged marriages! I think you watched the ‘Wedding Planner’ one too many times! This is not how real life works and I am not going to marry that rude idiot!” I may have overstepped my boundaries because my father’s face turns bright red with anger, he rises to his feet, marches around the desk, and gets in my face.

“You WILL marry young Louis and you will learn to like the idea and him!”

“Like it? Like him? I can’t stand to be in the same room with him! He’s an obnoxious little toad!” My father bursts into laughter.

“What is so funny?” I ask exasperated.

“I think the lady doth protest too much,” he says with a smirk.

“I will protest until my last breath! Why? Don’t you love me anymore? Do you hate me so much that you want rid of me and have me miserable with that, that. I can’t even come up with a name to adequately describe him,” I rub my face with both hands completely at a loss for words. My father grabs my hands, pulls them from my face, and walks me over to the couch. He forces me to sit next to him.

“Loren, there is no one, absolutely no one or anything on this earth I love more than you. I would never want to hurt you. What I do want is you safe and happy.” He’s earnest and I believe he means what he says, but this marriage sham contradicts his words.

“Father, do you have Alzheimer’s?” He looks at me with his face scrunched up and chuckles.

“No. Where did you ever get that idea?”

“Because you say you love me and want me happy, but you want to force me to marry someone I clearly have decided I don’t even want to sit in the same room as me. What is going on?”

“You need a husband. Someone strong who can protect you, look after you, and love you,” okay, now it’s my turn to laugh.

“And you think Louis is the guy to fit that bill? I hate him. He hates me. He thinks I am the most repulsive looking girl he’s ever set eyes on and you think that equates to true love?” Maybe he has a brain tumor? That must be it.

“Princess, let me ask you something. When is the last time you raised your voice to me?” He’s got me there.


“Who’s the last person, since Louis, you’ve met and stood up to on your own?”

“No one.”

“Exactly. Young Louis brings out passion and fight in you. When I met him, I knew he was the right person for you. He’ll make a woman out of you.” I think I want to vomit for the second time in 10 minutes.

“Okay, ‘Young Louis’, as you like to call him, is repulsed by me. I think I’ve demonstrated I’m not too fond of him. And if this is the passion and fight you are talking about, yes, we will probably kill each other in a passionate fight! But he will never make a ‘woman’ out of me because he, is not going to get the chance! And, even if he wanted a chance, I’d kill him if he touched me! He is who the girls back at school would call a douchebag!!” I smirk and enjoy watching the shock on my father’s face at my shocking words. Suddenly, I jump when I hear the doors slam open and someone starts yelling.

“Douchebag?!! What the hell are you about?!! You don’t go around calling innocent people douchebags!!” There it is. That high pitched, sassy pain-in-the-ass boy my father wants to chain me to for life.

“Innocent people?! I see no innocent people here who I offended! I only see an actual douchebag standing before me!” I stalk my way over to him until I am yelling inches away from his face. Damn those blue eyes because they almost distracted me from my rant.

“Well, at least I’m not you!” That ass.

“Really, that’s the best you got for me tattoo boy? I thank God you are not me!” He looks flustered and I love it. I know I have a smug look on my face as I watch him ruffle his already messy hair, which would be attractive if he wasn’t, well if he wasn’t him.

“You don’t deserve me!” It is almost cute the way he says it with a sassy pout, but he’s too damn irritating to be cute. Snap out of it girl, he’s the devil incarnate. I compose myself and continue shouting insults.

“I pray to a merciful God I’ve done nothing to deserve you! I’d spend eternity repenting under the lash to make up for my sins!” Oh that got him good. His face turns red and veins are popping in his neck.

“Yeah, you get all of this and any woman on earth would beg for it!” He actually runs his hands up and down his body like he’s some damn Price is Right model showing off the showcase prize. I turn to my father, who is laughing uncontrollably, and my anger rises to a new level.

“You!” I point my finger at my father. “You think this is funny condemning me to a life of sheer terror married to Peter Pan over here?”

“Excuse me!!!! I do NOT look like Peter Pan!!” He grabs my shoulder and swings me around and pure fury is written across his face. It only takes my anger to an even higher level and I go back on the offensive.

“Look like and act like him!!! Only a man child would get himself into the mess you have! And. You. Are. Taking. Me. Down. With. You!” I jab my index finger into his chest with each word, backing him up until he falls into a chair. I smirk in satisfaction and Louis jumps right back up and gets in my face.

“At least I live life to the fullest and don’t look like some nerd who hides away from the world under Daddy’s protection and full body armor,” He waves his hands wildly at my outfit. He cut me to the quick on that one. There was only one thing I could do.


Louis’ head whipped to the side and when he turned back to look at me, I saw fire in his eyes and it scared me. I knew I pushed it too far, but I had to keep the upper hand. So, I did the first thing that came into my mind again.


This time when he whipped back around, the fire was gone from his eyes. A look of pure shock replaced it and I knew it was time to go in for the kill and end this madness.

“Get out! Now Louis!” I pointed at the door. Without a word, he turned and began walking towards the doors and, on cue, Mattheo walked in to escort Louis out.

Before he left the room, Louis turned back around and delivered his closing shot, “You know you’re a real bitch?” He actually said it with a smile on his face, which confused me.

“Well, it takes one to know one,” I shot back. He chuckled and left the room. I turned back to my father and flopped into the chair and blew out a big breath.

“So that’s really what you want for me? Him? And you just let him talk to me like that? What happened to making him respect me?” I’m in disbelief and mentally exhausted from the exchange.

“Princess, you held your own. In fact, I’d say that round went to you. Besides, how can I chastise him when you called him such names? That would make me a bully. He brings out a side of you I always knew was buried. You needed the right person to bring it out.” Are you kidding me?

“You realize this is madness? You are a bully forcing us to marry! Please. We hate each other. Please forget this crazy idea.” I start pleading.

“Someday you will understand. It will all make sense. You must trust me Loren.” He gets up, raises me out of my chair, and hugs me.

“I’m too worn out to fight about this anymore right now. I think I will take a nap.” I’ll concede defeat to my father but never to that blue-eyed, tattooed monster.

“Yes princess, get some rest. I'll be home soon. Louis’ family and the rest of his band mates arrive tonight. You’ll have a long night ahead of you.” I groan at the thought of how embarrassing tonight will be for me.

“See you later father.” I leave him to return to his work and ask Mattheo to have the car pulled around so I can return to the estate. Within minutes, I am in the limo heading home. First order of business will be to soak in the tub. Maybe I can just drown myself and end all this madness. No, I’m too chicken for that.

Louis POV

“Bitch! Bitch! Bitch!” I scream as I storm back into the lounge. Harry jumps off the sofa.

“I take it the apology didn’t go well mate,” Harry chuckles.

“Don’t you dare sass me Harold! I’ve had enough sassing for one day! And for your information, I did not get the chance to apologize,” I am fuming. No one out sasses me. No one speaks to me like that, period.

“Well, you must have done something because I heard voices yelling and I clearly see a hand print on your cheek,” he smirks.

“Shit!” I run to the mirror over the couch. Sure enough, there is a bright red handprint on my face. I groan and slump down on the couch.

“What happened Boobear?” I shoot Harry the evil eye.

“Why does everyone in the place feel the need to beat me up?” I’m a loveable guy, but no one here seems to appreciate me.

“Because you’ve been behaving like an arse mate. I’d like to beat you myself.”

“Thanks Hazza, I’ll remember that. She’s really awful though. As if her looks aren’t horrifying enough, her soul is black,” I say it dramatically and Harry laughs.

“Oh my God Lou, you make it sound like she’s Malificent. Lor is a lovely person. You just need to give her a chance. I really enjoyed talking with her. It’s not her fault you got the two of you into this mess.” Benedict Styles just pissed me off.

“So, you’re on her side? And what’s with all this ‘Lor’ stuff? I told you before to knock that shit off.” He’s so frustrating.

“Louis, she didn’t ask for you to come and fuck up her life. She doesn’t want anything from you except for you to leave her alone.”

“I’d like nothing more than to leave her alone – permanently.”

“Well, you two are going to have to declare a peace treaty sooner or later. Otherwise, it might be a wedding turned double homicide. Imagine the scandal!” He pulls a face of mock horror and I have to laugh. “What did you even say to her to make her want to smack you?”

“I’ve lost count of all the insults we hurled at each other. It was somewhere between ‘at least I’m not you’, telling her how any woman in the world would die to be with me, and calling her a nerd who hides away from the world and the 15 layers of clothes she wears. This is one hell of a mess Hazza.”

“Lou, I have to say you always do things in spectacular fashion. How could you be so rude? Your mum is going to slap you if she hears you talk to Loren like that.” I sigh.

“In my defense, she called me a douchebag, Peter Pan, and a bitch!” I whine.

“Wow Lou, you really did get out sassed, told off, AND smacked,” yeah, the shock registers on his face.

“How am I going to explain this whole mess to my mum?” I’m scared shitless. I’ll have a red arse to match my face when she gets done with me. Mum does not care that I’m Louis Tomlinson worldwide pop sensation when she is pissed at me and won’t hesitate to take a swat at my bum.

“Dunno but you better think of something because she’ll be here in a few hours.” I shake my head and sigh when I hear the lounge door open and in walks Alfonso.

“Gentlemen, we need to get going home so you have time to settle in and freshen up before your guests arrive. Please join me in my private vehicle.”

“Yes, thank you.” I say and Harry and I head towards the door and leave with Alfonso.

After walking through tunnels and back corridors to exit the casino, we are met with a black stretch Rolls Royce limo. The three of us get into the back and I sit staring out the window lost in my thought. I think about the last half hour and all the fighting. As horrible as this marriage situation is, I realize I was raised better than this and I’ve behaved horribly. I’ve shown my weakness by losing my temper and now I need to show I am strong.

“Fonzi?” I ask to get his attention and hoping he is receptive that I’ve returned to the nickname I gave him.

“Yes Louis?” Thankfully, a small smile plays at his lips.

“I want to apologize for the fight in your office earlier. I was rude and disrespectful. Regardless of the situation, I should not have behaved like that.”

“Louis, I appreciate your apology, but it’s not me you need forgiveness from. You need to apology to Loren.” Oh shit, I was afraid he’d say that.

“Well, I was coming to your office to apologize to her from our first fight and you see how well that turned out. If I attempt an apology, she might very well break my neck.” He chuckles and I can’t help but smile at my stupid joke too. Harry pats my knee and gives me a smile.

“Louis, she’s been holed up in schools for too long. That’s my fault. I tried to protect her too long from the outside world and I did her a disservice. She needs to experience life and that means handling fights with people too without me coming to her rescue. The world is more dangerous and cruel than she knows.”

“With all due respect, it sounds more like she needs a life coach than a husband,” I say in all serious.

“Nice try Louis,” he chuckles and just when I was about to begin to plead my case again to let me out of the marriage, we arrived at the villa.

I have to say, it is an impressive piece of real estate, like a compound. As we drove through the gates, the long and winding drive was accompanied by a park environment. It feels like the property goes on for miles. We passed a set of tennis courts and guest and staff houses. Eventually, we pulled up in front of the house – and I use that term loosely. I’ve seen some amazing mansions and resorts since we’ve made it big, but never have I seen anything like this. I’d say the size is about as large as Versailles Palace. It probably rivals the size of a small village, like Vatican City. Probably has more guards too from what I’ve seen.

Aside from the size, it is also the most beautiful piece of architecture I’ve ever seen. The stone and mason work are incredibly ornate. I can’t even begin to fathom the hundreds of millions this place cost. It was overwhelming and the site of this place just compounded the feeling I was in over my head with this marriage. Here I was thinking she wasn’t good enough for me when maybe I was like a piece of dirt in her world.

“Come Louis, Harry. Your butler will show you to your suite of rooms and you can freshen up and relax before your family and friends arrive. All your belongings should be unpacked and ready for you.”

“Thank you. We’ll see you later Fonzi.” Harry and I shake his hand and as we are about to leave, Alfonso speaks up.

“Louis, if you would like, tomorrow I will give you the grand tour of the house and property. You might as well see all of what you’ve gotten yourself into,” he chuckles.

“That would be lovely. Thank you.” With that, Harry and I part ways with Alfonso and head up the grand stair case.

“Damn Lou. I’m starting to think I should have been the reckless one who gambled away a fortune. It looks like you hit the mother load,” he whispers with a smirk on his face. I just shake my head and smack him upside his head.

“Right now I would trade all the money and fame in the world to escape marrying the ‘she-devil’.” We both chuckle quietly hoping the butler is not paying attention to our conversation.

Several minutes later, after twisting and turning through hallways, we are shown to our suite of rooms. It was more like a full house in this suite, but I was too drained to explore at the moment. I literally walked into the bedroom the butler said was mine and thankfully passed out on the bed in my room for a much needed nap.


The way these two fight exhausts me. They might very well kill each other by the end of this story lol.

Anything seem fishy going on here in this chapter? Did you catch it? Even if you did, things always aren't what they seem ;).

I have to say that when I got comments on here and Wattpad from the last chapter, it actually did inspire me to update faster. So please comment!

Tell me what you think is going to happen when Jay, the girls, Perrie, and the boys get to Monaco? Do you think that is going to go well?


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Hey please update while its the summer holidays even though zayn and perrie broke up and zayn let keep it how it is I really like this book

Hey please update while its the summer holidays even though zayn and perrie broke up and zayn let keep it how it is I really like this book

Hey please update while its the summer holidays even though zayn and perrie broke up and zayn let keep it how it is I really like this book