I woke up the next morning with an extremely bad headache. Because of that, I pretty much forgot about everything that happened last night. Of course, I did freak out when I realized that I was in Louis' bed, but I remembered everything as soon as I sat up and looked around. Yeah, it was a bittersweet moment.
I looked across the street at my house and noticed Connor's car was gone. Then I remembered the police, had they gotten him? I looked over at Louis' nightstand for my phone and saw it there with a note taped to it. I picked it up and read his messy handwriting: "Out with the girls. Police called, no sign of Connor anywhere. Be back later. Call if you need anything. -Louis"
Well that was really awkward. But then again, everything will be awkward now. Louis freaking kissed me. And I kissed him back, ever so slightly that I didn't even notice until I pulled away. I am still confused and I'm sure he is too. But I'm more afraid of what will happen now. How am I supposed to thank him? I mean, he did pretty much save my life. Ugh, my life is so complicated. But on the bright side, my mother comes home tonight! And no, I am not telling her about this whole extravaganza. She'd most likely have a heart attack, and that is not something I feel like being responsible for.
I looked down and noticed I was still wearing my clothes from yesterday, my blue shirt now stained with blood. I felt dirty and gross and was in desperate need of a shower. Problem was, I was afraid to go home. Go ahead, call me a child, but I am. What if Connor shows up? Louis isn't around; no one could protect me. Plus, going back alone would just bring back memories.
I decided that since no one was home, I could just use the guest bathroom and take a quick shower there. I walked into the room and shut the door before entering the shower and turning the water on. As I stripped myself of my disgusting clothes, the steam filled the room and my head instantly began to feel clearer. In the shower, I had time to think to myself about my whole situation with Louis. I decided that it would be best if I played it off like it never happened; hopefully he would catch on and do the same. I turned the shower off and cleaned my body with a nice soft blue towel. Realizing I had no clean clothes, I let out a deep sigh. Great, now I have to go home.
I slipped the old clothes on and exited the bathroom, grabbing my phone and leaving the comforting Tomlinson home. Across the street, my house appeared as a house of horrors. How was I even going to get in? I didn't have my key. I made it to the front door and remembered my mom letting me know where the spare key was. It took me a few minutes, but I finally found it in one of her colorful potted plants. Unlocking the door, I was greeted with a messy living room. The all too familiar bookcase was half empty, books and other nick-knacks all over the floor. I slowly walked over and picked them all up, putting them in their exact places as before. Next I cleaned up the dinner table, which looked as if we had barely eaten anything. When I was satisfied with the house's appearance, I went upstairs to fix mine. Looking in my full-length mirror made me want to throw up. A mess of still wet blonde hair sat atop my head, followed by a forehead covered in dried up blood, dark circles under my red eyes, and then my wrinkly clothes, also covered in a bit of blood. It was hard to believe that some people actually thought I was pretty. They would change their minds if they ever saw me like this. I combed out my hair the best that I could and put it in a messy ponytail, out of my face. Then I walked over to my closet and found some comfy shorts and a plain t-shirt, not like I was planning on doing anything today.
The familiar sound of Beach Blonde by This Century began to play and I realized that someone was calling me. I ran over to my bed and picked up the buzzing phone. I checked the caller ID and saw that it was Marlee, Niall's girlfriend. I really hadn't talked to her in while, so I wonder why she was calling.
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Never Had ~ A Louis Tomlinson Love Story
FanfictionEmma Scott and Louis Tomlinson were best friends since they were kids. But when Louis leaves and becomes part of One Direction, their friendship begins to fall apart. What will happen when he returns to Doncaster? (trailer below)