The day was dawning. Radiating beams of light shot through the cracks of the blinds, piercing my covered eyes. I felt myself slowly regaining consciousness, slipping back into reality. My eyes snapped open, and wandered over to the snoring bum next to me.

Clapping my hands in front of his sleeping face, I watched as he silently stirred, his own waking eyes wandering the room. "Morning, Sleeping Beauty," Louis addressed me.

I rolled my eyes. "It's Cinderella to you, Mister." I retaliated. Louis only smiled, and stretched widely, letting his muscles pop back into place. My eyes watched his every move, admiring his fit body. He seemed so different than all those months ago that we spent together. He caught me staring, and smirked proudly. I shied away from embarrassment, cursing myself for always doing that.

"So. What do you plan on doing today, Cinderella?" He inquired.

This makes me roll my eyes at him. "What do you think, Lou? I can't go very far," I mutter, glumly motioning to the wires hooked up to me.

Louis smiles widely and mischievously. He looked as if he had the key to my chains, tying me down keeping trapped. "Well I talked to the doctors, and it looks as if you could be out of here by tomorrow morning. What do you think about that, lovely?" Against my will, I giggled at his excited expression.

"I think that would be wonderful," I whisper softly. Louis plopped down beside me, and toyed with my hair. I shut my eyes, and threw my head back, enjoying the feeling. We sat there, uninterrupted for several moments until I felt soft pecks being placed along my neck. My body shut down, as did my mind, only leaving shreds of sanity in my body. But the irritatingly perfect blonde popped into my mind, making me back away from the blue eyed beauty. "This is wrong," I hiss. I attempt to make my voice harsh and stern, but it comes out shaky and disturbed.

He groans beside me, his lips still against my skin. The vibration that is inflicted upon me sends flushes of heat through my most intimate parts, but I refrain my myself. "Louis, stop. Please." I whimper. Tears threaten to fall as his hands roam my body. Flashes of that horrible night are the only thing I can feel, or see. I begin to sob beneath him, frightened.

Louis pulls back instantly, eyeing me with worry. He looks unsure of what to do, and awkwardly patted my back, hushing my sobs. "I'm sorry, love. I'm so sorry." He coos.

I scowl him in between cries. How dare he act this way with another woman when he's got his own?! How dare he continue to toy with my heart when I have said goodbye multiple times before?! And most of all, how dare he act like he actually cares…

"I hate that stupid bitch for complete unknown reasons, Louis. I really do. But it does not justify what we are doing. You can't treat her this way. It isn't right. So please, just go, go to her and hold her. Be the boyfriend you should be," I plead once I compose myself.

Louis looks down into his hands, completely ashamed. "I can't do that, Mac. I don't want her. It's only you." He finally looks up at me with piercing eyes. They hold so many secrets, and unspoken words.

"How do I know that you aren't going to do the same to me? How am I the exception?" My voice begins to rise along with my blood temperature, boiling with frustration.

His own anger grows. "Because Maci! You're the only person I find myself thinking about late into the night. I find myself reminiscing your touch, your smell, your voice. The only thing I see when I close my eyes, are yours. You have me completely wrapped around your dainty little fingers. And it tortures me to be away from you, wondering what other trouble you could be getting yourself into." Louis is standing now, towering over me. He paces while he speaks, eyes wild. My face remains blank even though my heart constricts.

"Please… go…" I whisper. I refuse to look up at his face, expecting complete hurt and shock at my words. I am shocked with myself as well.

"I don't plan on giving up, Cinderella. You are never going to be able to push me away," Louis murmurs before slipping out of my room. Only when I hear the door close do I look up, tears on the verge of spilling. I blink them away, still hearing his words. It's as if they bounce off of the walls in a constant replay, jamming themselves into my brain so I never forget.

And I wouldn't probably. Even in my old and senile days, I will always remember the day Louis William Tomlinson told me that he would never give up on me. Despite my anger, my heart fluttered with the thought of him and me, forever.

Notes

Hello, my sluts :) Lol, long time no hear, huh?! I'm so sorry :( It's like midnight and it's gonna suck getting up in the morning, but I needed to update.

This chapter is a little boring, but it's a filler. It's about to pick up a little bit of pace.

To be honest, I don't know how much longer this story is gonna go. I'm sorta reaching a close... :'( But I have another story! Wanna check it out for me? :) Pretty please? It's called Haunted. and I and really excited for it.

The song for the chappie is "Heart On Fire" by Jonathan Clay. Yes, it's from LOL. I still hate that movie.

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