I woke at six o’clock as usual to my alarm going off; I silenced it and tried, unsuccessfully, to move away from Louis. I had my head on his chest and my leg draped over his crotch, which, as usual, was already full of the ‘morning glory’ that happened to all boys. He had his hand on my knee, pinning my leg there, and his other arm wrapped tightly around my waist. As I tried to move, he tightened his hold, mumbling something in his sleep about not wanting to go to college anymore moved my arm and tapped his stomach. “Six o’clock,” I mumbled, tapping him again when he didn’t open his eyes.
He groaned and tightened his grip, pulling me so that I was completely on top of him. I grunted and tried to wriggle free, but he’d clamped me tightly to his chest. I could barely even breathe because his hold was so tight. Frowning, I pinched his arm. “Louis!” I hissed angrily.
He snapped his eyes open and looked at me, shocked. His expression quickly changed to his trademark smirk, and I wanted to slap it right off of his face because he was clearly amused at the position we were in. “Well good morning, Angel. Wow, this is a first,” he purred, raising his eyebrows suggestively.
I wriggled again and cringed as we rubbed together in intimate places that I would rather not think about my brother’s man-whore of a best friend touching. “Will you let go of me for goodness sake?” I snapped quietly, not wanting Liam to hear me. When he raised his hands in surrender I quickly rolled off him. “It’s six,” I grumbled, frowning.
He sighed and rolled onto his side to look at me. “OK. Don’t be mad at me all day today, please. I didn’t know I did that, I’m sorry, alright?” He bent and kissed my forehead softly before pushing himself out of the bed and collecting his clothes off of the floor.
“OK, whatever,” I griped, snuggling into his warm spot on the bed where he had been laying.
“I’ll see you later.” He shot me a wink before climbing out of my window, still tugging on his sweater. Rolling over, I buried my face into his pillow. I could still smell him and it made me feel safe and calm. I drifted back to peaceful sleep for another hour.
After getting dressed more peacefully than yesterday, I stuck in my iPod and was happily dancing down the hallway when I spotted him eating my cereal again.Ugh, every freaking day! I sighed and stole the bowl out of his hands.
“Damn it, Lou, there’s like four other cereals in the cupboard, yet you only eat mine! Why? Do you do it just to piss me off?” I ranted, frowning as I started munching on my breakfast.
.An amused smile graced his full lips. “Good morning to you too.”
“Right, hi.” I plopped down and ate my cereal as Liam came into the kitchen.
“Hey, guys, you nearly ready to go?” Liam asked, biting into an apple. Louis nodded, so I scoffed the last of my breakfast and set the bowl in the sink, running to catch up with them as they left the house.
After the usual fight to get out of the car without being knocked on my butt by a load of desperate girls, I headed towards the front entrance of the school. Just as I got to the front steps, Sean grabbed me and pulled me off to one side. I frowned at his appearance. He actually looked a little frantic; his hair was all messy, it looked as if he had been pulling on it or running his hands through it a lot, his eyes were tight with stress. “What’s up?” I asked, worriedly.
He groaned. “I forgot that it’s Terri’s birthday tomorrow, and I have no idea what to get her!” he cried desperately, running his hands through his hair roughly, confirming my earlier suspicions about the style.
I smiled and relaxed because it wasn’t anything majorly wrong. “Calm down, you’ve still got time. Now, what sort of thing does she like?” I asked, already thinking about Terri and all the things I knew about her.
“I wanted to get her something she could keep, but I don’t know what…” He closed his eyes, obviously panicking.
I placed my hand on his arm. “Sean, calm down. How about some pretty earrings? She likes studs. You could also get her a new jewellery box or something to put them in,” I suggested.
His face brightened. “Yeah! She has this like old crummy jewellery box at the moment. That’s a great idea! Oh man thank you, Amber. I owe you big time! I’m gonna skip this morning so I can go get it,” he chirped, smiling excitedly and running off, shouting bye over his shoulder. I chuckled, wondering if I’d ever be able to have that kind of normal boy-girl relationship that other people took for granted. I didn’t think I ever could though.
As I turned on my heel and marched into the school hallway, I noticed that there were no people around. My eyes widened in alarm. Was I late? Panic made my steps turn into a run as I sped towards my first class. Just rounding the corner at the end of the hallway was Louis and a couple of his friends. I could see the smirk on his face and the teasing glint to his eye even from fifty feet away.
“Slow down, Angel, you’ll fall,” he called teasingly as I half ran, half walked towards him. I ignored him and carried on, but as I got level with him, he stuck his foot out tripping me up. I squealed and closed my eyes as I plummeted forwards. Before I hit the ground, his arms wrapped around my waist and he pulled me upright. “Jeez, I know I’m hot, but you don’t need to fall at my feet,” he teased. His friends all laughed as I glared at him and slapped his chest. His teasing smile grew larger. “Oh I like it a bit rough, Angel, you know that.” I gasped and wriggled, opening my mouth to cuss him out and threaten to tell my brother, but before I could say the words, his hands slipped down my back and came to rest on my butt. “Mmm nice,” he purred in my ear.
My breath caught in my throat as memories of my father surfaced, of his breath on my neck and his hands on my body as he told me how special I was. I whimpered, and before I could even think about what I was doing, I jerked my knee up forcefully. Louis grunted and let go of me immediately as my knee connected with his groin. I was routed to the floor as he stepped back and bent in half, clutching at his privates as he made a guttural sound from the back of his throat.
My chin wobbled as my skin crawled as my father’s hard brown eyes seemed to be all that I could think about. “Keep your hands off me,” I whimpered weakly, shaking my head, hating that I wanted to curl into a ball and hide. I needed to leave. I needed to get away and run, just run as far and as fast as I could.
I turned on my heel as the tears finally started falling. Before I even managed a step though, Louis’s hand folded over mine as he held me firmly on the spot. “Angel, don’t go. I’m sorry, I’m really sorry,” he croaked. He tugged on my hand as I looked back at him again. He was just straightening up; his free hand was still firmly cupping his crown jewels though. “I was only joking around, you know I’d never hurt you.” His voice cracked as he spoke. He looked straight into my eyes; I could see the honesty in his deep blue watery eyes. “I’m sorry.”
My breathing was getting shallower and shallower as I stood there, bombarded by that helpless and hopeless feeling that consumed me on those Sundays. Louis shook his head and hobbled closer to me, pulling me into a hug and pressing his lips to the base of my neck. He breathed deeply through his nose, sending his breath blowing down my neck and under the collar of my shirt. I whimpered and closed my eyes. This was what Louis always did to calm me down, when I would sob on his shoulder; this was the only thing that seemed to work.
I listened to his breathing and tried desperately to match my own to the pace of it so that I could get my heart rate under control. His smell filled my lungs as I stepped closer to him, pressing my body against his. I had no idea how long we stood there like that for before I had calmed down enough to pull back, but finally I managed it.
He smiled down at me guiltily. I could see how awful he felt for upsetting me. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done that. I didn’t think,” he cooed apologetically.
I nodded and sniffed, wiping my face on my sleeve. I knew he hadn’t meant to frighten me. Technically, it wasn’t his fault that I was such an emotional wreck that I couldn’t have anyone touch me without images of my father coming back to haunt me. “I’m sorry too. Did I hurt you?” I asked, wincing at the thought of how hard I had kneed him.
He shrugged. “I’m OK, it was my own fault.” He bent his knees, looking into my eyes again. I looked away uncomfortably. I had a feeling that when Louis looked into my eyes, he could see the real me, the one I tried to hide from everyone, the scared little girl that didn’t like people to touch her because it brought back memories of those Sundays and my father leading me over to the couch, guiding me to sit on his lap. When people touched me, even girls, my heart went into overdrive and I always started to feel nauseous. This was the reason that I didn’t date. The thought of someone touching me or kissing me made my skin crawl.
My gaze fell onto his shoulder, seeing a large wet patch where I’d been crying on him. I wiped it, frowning. “I ruined your shirt.”
“I’ve got others, Angel, don’t worry,” he replied with an easy smile, it wasn’t a smirk that he gave other people, it was a genuine smile, one of the ones I usually only got at night or when no one was around.
I looked around and realised we were alone in the hallway; I gasped in shock. “Where?” I muttered, looking up and down the hallway.
“They went to class,” he answered. “Come on, there’s no point going in late, so let’s go get a drink or something.” His grip tightened on my hand as he tugged me back down the hallway towards the front entrance again.
As we stepped out of the front doors, I realised that he was actually leading me towards his car. “Louis, I can’t skip class!” I cried, glancing around quickly to see if anyone noticed two students just waltzing out of the building.
He laughed. “Come on, one class won’t hurt. You’re already ten minutes late for it anyway.” He opened the passenger door and gestured for me to get in.
I sighed and reluctantly climbed in, knowing he was right. Going into class tardy was worse than not going in at all at our school. I didn’t really mind spending time with Louis, but it just depended which Louis would be here with me, the night or the day one. Night Louis was considerate, caring and thoughtful. Day Louis was a flirt, slut and a jerk. However, both night and day Louis’s made me feel safe and protected.
As we pulled out of the parking lot, I scooted down in my seat in case anyone chose that moment to look out of the window and saw me leaving. Once we were safely away, I turned to look at him while he drove. He was smiling to himself, humming along with the radio. “What’s up with you?” I asked, a bit concerned this was going to turn into some sort of joke that would end badly for me or embarrass me.
“What do you mean? I can’t be happy that we’re spending some time together?” he asked, winking playfully. I rolled my eyes and groaned. Great, an hour with daytime Louis is my worst nightmare.
I wasn’t paying attention to where we were going, so I was surprised when we pulled into the parking lot for the ice rink. Louis grinned and climbed out; I followed him with a frown. “What are we doing here?” I asked as he grabbed my hand and pulled me inside. Maybe they have a good café inside or something. That was the only reason I could think of for him to bring me here.
He ignored my question. “Hi, two please,” he said to the lady behind the counter, sliding a twenty across the counter to her. I gasped as my eyes widened in horror. I’d been skating a few times in my life, but I was downright terrible at it.
“You need skate hire?” the lady asked, letting her eyes rake over Louis’s body discreetly.
He nodded, instantly telling the lady both of our shoe sizes, and I just stood there, dumbstruck as I wondered how on earth he knew my shoe size. She passed him two sets of skates, smiling and looking at him through her eyelashes.
Louis didn’t seem to notice though as he grinned happily and smiled at me excitedly. “Come on then.” He walked off towards the benches without waiting for me. As I contemplated running so that I didn’t have to do this, my gaze fell on the lady at the counter. She was watching Louis as he walked away, her eyes were narrowed appreciatively. “Angel, you coming or what?” Louis called from behind me.
I sighed and nodded, turning and walking over to him deliberately slowly, hoping to waste some time so I wouldn’t have to go on the ice. When I got to his side, I nodded over my shoulder to the lady that was sure to be watching him still. “You’ve got another fan,” I stated. “You just can’t help yourself, can you?” I teased, smiling weakly as I looked at the giant oval rink in front of me.
He chuckled, stepping to my side and placing a hand on the small of my back. “Don’t worry, I’m not interested in her,” he replied.
I scoffed and turned back to him, taking my skates out of his hand. “I wasn’t worried,” I replied, rolling my eyes.
His lips pressed into a thin line as he nodded. “Put those on then,” he instructed, nodding at my skates. I groaned in protest but did as I was told, letting him go and store our shoes in the lockers off to the side. Panic was setting in as we walked towards the entrance to the ice. No one else was skating at this time, luckily for me. That meant I wouldn’t embarrass myself in front of too many people.
As he stepped off of the carpet and onto the ice, I winced. “Why are we doing this? You know I can’t skate.”
He grinned and took hold of both of my hands, giving me a little tug so I had to step forward. “I know, I remember. Don’t worry, I’ll help you.” Louis and my brother played Ice hockey for the school; Liam was the goal keeper and Louis the striker. They had both been skating for years, but I had never been able to do it. I loved to watch people skate and always wished I could learn, but I literally couldn’t stand up.
As soon as my feet were on the ice, I slipped and slid all over the place. A little squeal left my lips as I looked back at the benches off to the side longingly. Louis’s grip tightened on my hands as he started staking backwards, guiding me along. “You’re bending your ankles in slightly, Angel. Try to keep them straight, that’s why you have no control,” he stated, looking at my feet.
Following his instruction, I stood straighter. Almost instantly my feet slid out from under me. I gasped, knowing I was going to fall. Louis’s arms looped around my waist as he leant backwards so that we both fell instead of just me. He hit the ground with a small grunt, and I landed on top of him. He chuckled underneath me as I smiled apologetically.
“Sorry.” A blush crept across my cheeks as I pushed myself up, straddling him for a second before carefully manoeuvring to the side so that I was sitting on the ice. I didn’t bother trying to get up on my own; I just waited for him to get up first so that he could help me.
He got to his feet effortlessly and held down both hands to me. “OK, attempt number two.” He smiled, pulling me to my feet easily. “Stand up straight and keep your feet still, I’ll pull you around until you can get your balance.” He kicked at my skates gently, nudging them to get them closer together as he gripped my hands tightly.
This time I managed to stay on my feet for a while before losing my balance. Again, he grabbed me around the waist and leant back so that I fell on top of him. “Why do you keep doing that?” I asked, frowning, pushing myself into a sitting position again. As I sat on the ice and watched him get to his feet, I could feel the ice starting to wet the back of my jeans. I shivered, wishing I’d worn something a little warmer today.
“Doing what?” he asked, cocking his head to the side curiously, holding down his hands to me again.
I placed my hands in his and braced my feet against his skates so that I wouldn’t just slide when he pulled me. “Every time I start to fall, you make yourself fall backwards so I land on top of you. You’re going to hurt yourself,” I explained.
He shrugged. “Rather me than you,” he mumbled under his breath, pulling me to my feet again. I just stared at him, confused. Did he just say that? Maybe I heard him wrong. “You’re getting better; you lasted at least a minute that last time,” he teased with his trademark smirk.
I smiled. OK, that’s more like the Louis I know, I just heard him wrong that’s all. “Ha ha. Well a minute is good for me. You know I can’t do this,” I grumbled, instantly falling again. He managed to hold me up this time by grabbing my hips, pressing our bodies together and lifting me up off the ice so I could get my footing back from scratch. My heart started racing in my chest, but it wasn’t because of the usual fear of someone touching me, it was something else that I couldn’t understand. I dropped my eyes to the floor, wondering what had come over me lately.
“Why are you blushing?” he asked, frowning at me but looking amused at the same time.
Oh man, am I blushing? How embarrassing! “I’m not. It’s just cold, that’s all. My ass is frozen I think.” I turned my hips to show him my wet jeans, rubbing my behind roughly to try and get some of the cold away. He sucked in a deep breath and let it out as a sigh. I looked up at him in time to see he was frowning with his eyes closed. “You OK?” I asked, still rubbing my behind. He nodded and shrugged out of his shirt, standing there in his low slung jeans and tight T-shirt that showed off his muscles underneath. He put his shirt around my waist and tied it into a knot at the front. “What are you doing? You’ll get cold,” I scolded as my fingers got to work on the knot, trying to untie it again.
He shook his head, pulling my hands away from it. “Don’t worry, I’ll be fine. Next time I’ll bring a spare sweater for your mighty fine ass,” he replied cockily.
I raised one eyebrow. Next time? Today was confusing me more and more by the second. I was actually having a nice time here with Louis, he seemed different somehow. It shocked me to realise that I was actually enjoying spending time with him.
“That’s it! You’re getting it,” he cooed as he pulled me along slowly – which, of course, made me lose my balance again. I pushed myself up off of him for the third time, laughing hysterically. OK, this really is fun, and it doesn’t hurt, I mused. When I’d been skating before, with Liam, he just let me fall on my butt all the time. Within half an hour I was usually so sore and achy that I gave up. Louis was a much better skating partner than my brother. “See, now you’re having fun.” Louis laughed, brushing the ice crystals off of his back and grabbing me again. We managed to skate all the way around three times before I fell. I really was getting better.
After what seemed like forever, the rink was starting to get busier and my stomach was growling. I was falling less and less often, but I was still holding his hands in the death grip. “What’s the time?” I asked casually as we stopped by the side of the rink. First period must be nearly over now, surely.
Louis reached into his pocket and pulled out his cell phone. As he looked down at it, he sucked in air through his pearly white teeth, making a hissing sound. “Er, Angel, school’s gonna be over in an hour,” he said, wincing.
My body jerked in shock that I’d skipped a full day. We were only supposed to miss first period. “WHAT?” I practically screamed. He flinched at my outburst, and I lost my balance again. His eyes widened as he grabbed my upper arms and slammed me into the plastic side of the rink, pressing his body against mine tightly to keep my on my feet. His face was merely an inch from mine. As his breath blew across my lips, my heart started to race again. He didn’t move. He just stood there staring into my eyes until I started to feel a little light-headed. Suddenly, I realised it was because I wasn’t breathing, so I sucked in a ragged breath, which seemed to snap him out of it.
He gulped and pulled back, leaving his hands on my hips as support. “We’d better get going. If your brother finds out I’ve been with you all day he’ll cut my balls off,” he suggested with mock horror. I chuckled and nodded in agreement. Liam wouldn’t take too kindly to the knowledge that I’d skipped school all day.
Instead of holding my hands to help me to the side, he just continued to hold my waist, skating backwards as he pulled me along. I didn’t know what to do with my hands, so I put them on his shoulders. As I started to fall again, he bent down and scooped me into his arms, gripping one of his forearms firmly under my ass, and forced my thighs around his waist with the other hand. He turned on the spot and skated forwards, fast, carrying me as if I weighed nothing at all. It was actually quite scary. I gasped and threw my arms around his neck, pressing myself to him as tightly as I could, probably choking the life out of him, but he didn’t complain. Instead of getting off at the exit like I was expecting, he skated around the whole rink again, before finally walking off of the ice and plopping me on the bench.
I frowned in confusion. What the heck was that about? “Why’d you do that?” I asked, feeling a little uncomfortable that I’d just had my whole body wrapped around his. I didn’t know why I felt uncomfortable about it though, he wrapped his body around mine every night.
“Do what, Angel?” he asked, looking confused.
I pointed to the ice. “Skate around again. Why didn’t you just get off at the exit? You skated past it,” I explained, confused.
He shifted uncomfortably on his feet as he shrugged, but his unease was gone as quickly as it came, and was replaced by his usual ‘make all the girls melt’ smirk. “You slowed me down the whole time; I just wanted one lap where I could skate forwards, that’s all,” he answered.
Guilt washed over me because he’d had to baby me the whole time. “Why don’t you go on and skate some? I’ll sit here, it’s fine. You should get to have some fun too,” I suggested, giving him a half smile.
He grinned. “I had a lot of fun.” His expression looked completely honest. He stood and nodded off to the side. “I’ll go get our shoes.”
On the way back to school, he pulled into the McDonalds drive thru. “Hi, can I take your order?” the speaker crackled.
“Er yeah, can I get a big mac meal with a coke, and a quarter pounder with cheese meal with a strawberry milkshake. Do you still do those cheese melt things?” Louis asked.
“Yeah we do,” the speaker answered.
He grinned. “Great, a pack of those too then please.” The whole time he was speaking, I just stared at him, shocked. He’d just ordered my food for me, knowing exactly what I’d want without asking me. As the speaker told him to drive to the second window, he turned back to smile at me. His smile fell off of his face to be replaced by a frown. “What are you looking at me like that for? Did I get it wrong?” he asked, already pressing the button on his door to unroll his window again to change the order.
I shook my head, looking at him in amazement. “How did you know what I have?”
He laughed and rolled his eyes as if I’d said something stupid. “You always have the same, Angel. And you love those disgusting cheese things too, but they don’t do them all the time so…” he trailed off, shrugging as he put the car into drive and rolled to the next window.
The confusion was back again. First he knew my shoe size, now he knows what I order at McDonalds? Of course, I’d probably been here with him a hundred times over the years, but still, even Liam couldn’t remember my order.
Louis laughed at my confused face as he paid for the food and plopped the bags into my lap before pulling into an empty space in the parking lot so we could eat it. While we ate, he was chatting openly about some concert that he wanted to go to, and some movie that he saw the previous week that he said would have scared the life out of me. I was pleasantly surprised how easy it was to talk to him; I’d never spent much time with him on my own before. He was usually always with Liam or a load of the boys, or had some skank draped all over him, or we were asleep. He was actually an extremely nice and funny guy. I couldn’t help but wonder why he hid his incredible personality behind the man-whore, male chauvinistic pig attitude. He should be like this more often.
“Can I ask you something, Angel?” he asked, looking at me seriously. I nodded and finished the rest of my milkshake making a loud slurp. He twisted in his seat, cocking his head to the side. “Don’t you trust me? How could you think I would hurt you earlier at school? I’ve had plenty of opportunities to touch you or force you into something over the last eight years, haven’t I? Why would you think I would hurt you?” His tone was really sad and I realised then how much I’d hurt him earlier. He’d clearly taken it to heart.
I frowned and took a deep breath. “You just took me by surprise that’s all; I do trust you, honestly. I know you wouldn’t hurt me. It’s just hard for me; I don’t like people touching me.” I frowned not wanting to talk about it. No one ever pushed me for details of what used to go on with my father. I had refused to go to therapy after he left, my mom and Liam had tried to talk me into it, but I just didn’t want anyone to know. I was ashamed of it and what he used to make me do. No one ever forced me to talk about it though, and I loved them even more for it.
Louis reached out, closing his hand over mine. “I know you don’t, but I would never hurt you, I need you to know that,” he said, rubbing circles in the back of my hand.
I gulped and nodded. His hurt and sad expression actually made my stomach ache. I wanted to make him feel better, but I didn’t actually know how. The only thing I could do was tell him the truth. I looked out of the windshield, focussing my attention on a brown paper bag that was blowing along in the wind so that I wouldn’t have to look at him as I spoke. “Louis, when people touch me my heart beats too fast, and I start to feel sick and dizzy. All I can think about is my dad and what he used to do. It’s my body’s natural reaction; it’s not something I have control over. The only people that it doesn’t happen with are my mom, Liam… and occasionally you. I’m really sorry if I upset you, but I can’t help it. I do trust you though, I promise.”
The car was filled with silence as he obviously thought about what I’d said. Finally, he spoke. “OK good.” I smiled weakly, closing my eyes, grateful that he was letting it go so easily instead of questioning me about it further. He knew I didn’t like to talk about what went on. It was better off buried deep inside me than out in the open. “Come on then, let’s get back before your brother has the attack dogs out waiting to rip my throat out,” he suggested, chuckling. I settled back into my seat as he drove us back to school. We pulled into the school parking lot five minutes before the final bell. “Er, Angel, it’s probably best not to mention today to your brother. I’m not supposed to hang out with you,” he said, shrugging.
Not supposed to hang out with me. What does that mean? “Why aren’t you?”
His bright blue eyes met mine again as a smile twitched at the corner of his lips. “Liam said so. And on account of me being a ‘disgusting man-whore’ as you so often put it. Apparently, I just want to tap your very fine ass.” His genuine smile turned into the cocky smirk that I knew so well. “Which I would be more than happy to do, if you want. You know, as payment for the skating lesson,” he teased, winking at me.
I gasped, knowing that the nice day I’d just spent with him was now over. He’d been different all day, and then he had to ruin it all with one sentence. “You really are a pig sometimes, you know that?” I growled. I shoved open the door, climbed out and then slammed it shut after as hard as I could. I scowled angrily as I stomped off in the direction of the math building which is where I was supposed to be for last period. From the corner of my eye, I saw Liam making his way towards Louis’s car. I sighed and leant up against the tree, giving him a minute before I headed back to the car too so that he wouldn’t get suspicious.
Annoyance was bubbling up inside me that Louis had just ruined a perfectly lovely day by changing into the guy that I despised again. When I could put it off no longer, I trudged back to the car. Liam grinned as I climbed in the backseat. “Hey, Ambs, you have a good day?”
I nodded, clipping in my seatbelt. “Actually yeah I did, right up until the very end when some slut hit on me,” I answered, shrugging. Liam immediately reached out and slapped Louis on the back of the head.
“Ouch, shit, what was that for?” Louis asked, rubbing his head.
“For hitting on my little sister.” Liam shrugged.
“How did you know it was me?” Louis whined. I giggled as Louis shot me a dirty look in the mirror.
Liam cleared his throat. “Ambs, seeing as it’s Friday…”
I groaned, knowing instantly what this was about. His weekly tradition. “No! No parties! Come on, Liam, seriously? Does it have to be at our house every week? There isn’t even a game tonight! It’s supposed to be an after game party. I mean, can’t someone else have it for a week so I don’t have to clear up after your drunken idiot friends?” I asked, glaring at Louis again.
Louis held up one hand in protest. “Hey don’t bring me into this; I always help to clear up!”
I sighed, defeated. My brother hosted a party at our house almost every Friday night because we had no parental supervision. I didn’t know why, after all this time, I bothered to whine about it. It happened don’t know why I bothered whining about it, it happened regardless of whether I liked it or not. Instead of answering, I just pulled out my iPod, tucking my earphones into my ears and turning up the music to drown out the conversation that the boys were having about which girls they were going to screw tonight. All the way home, Louis tried to make eye contact with me in the mirror, but I just ignored him and pretended to be completely lost in song.

Notes

Let me know what you think. Again I'd like to give credit to the amazing author Kirsty Moseley. Hope you like it! Next chapter has a little Louis/Amber action! XD