She's Not Afraid

Louis POV:

I took another sip of wine and my first glass was already gone. I wondered how I had drunken all that wine in such a short amount of time. I was starving too, and the wine was hitting me very hard. I was already starting to get drunk. Nothing good ever happened when I was drunk.

Charlotte came to sit beside me after a few minutes had passed. "Are you okay?"

"N-No, I'm not Okay"

I put down my glass. I was going to get another glass, but I could hear my words slurring slightly.

"I'm- I'm gonna get himmm"

"Get who?"

"Harrryy, He kissed you char, why would he do that?, is he out of his right mind?" I shouted angrily standing up before stumbling back into my seat again. She put her hand on my shoulder, her features concerned.

"How much have you had to drink Lou?"

"I-I don't know." I slur more than I intended, she looks over to the almost empty bottle and sighs.

"Your drunk-" She muttered, running her fingers through her hair. "You need some rest, its been a very long day." Charlotte brings a folded blanket from the cabinet above us and covers me, pecking a kiss on my forehead, she turns away, as she begins to leave.

"Don't go" I pout, lightly grasping her hand, leading her to the seat near the isle, where she sits down smirking.

"It's okay I can go to the back, I'm sure there extra seats in the 'Hangout' room-" She rambles as I place the blankets to cover us both.

"Stay-." I say simply, tilting her head to kiss her softly. "-Please."

She nods, as I stare in to her eyes. She has beautiful eyes, the kind you'd get lost in, and I guess I was. It is already midnight, the plane is beginning to quiet down, as everyone is beginning to fall asleep in the dim lighting.

"Lets go to sleep, Love." I whisper, trying to sober up, my head is pounding, and my emotions are swirling, but I manage to stay calm, and slow my breathing.
"I don't want go to sleep. not yet.-" She smiles, leaning her seat back,"-Lets just talk and stuff."

"Okay, What do you want to talk about babe?"

She bites the corner of her bottom lip, causing my heart to race. "Nothing.-Just..." She trails off in her own thoughts. "Are you mad about harry, Something seems to be bothering you?"

Charlotte's POV:

"I don't' want you talking to him anymore." Louis says simply.

"I can do whatever I want Louis. I'm a big girl and can make my over decisions." I said cheekily, Bad choice. I stood up but then he grabs my arm in the process. I didn't like the look in Louis's eyes they were darker, scary almost.

"I. Said. I. Don't .Want .You.Talking. To. Him. Anymore. Understand?" He said through gritted teeth. I Shook my head no. Why would I agree?

"Your Mine, Not His" I saw compassion flicker across his gaze, but at the moment it was there, it was gone. He cares about me, or maybe he's being a possessive ass? who knows.

"I'm not your pet, You don't own me Louis. In fact, I'm going to go to sleep some where else."

"You don't want to see my bad side, Charlotte, It's worse than this side." Louis says darkly. I flinched at his touch, but he doesn't seem to notice or care. I stared into his deep pools of blue bliss, The beauty of his eyes were captivating, I was swimming in a pool of forgetfulness. I shook myself out of this trance like state.

"Goodnight." I muttered, tugging out of his grasp and walking down the isle towards the doors. I heard footsteps trailing behind me and I knew who it would be.

"Where the hell do you think your going?" Louis stood in an awkward stance, slurring his words a bit. He stepped closer to me, as my breathing began to quicken. Suddenly my back was against the wall, as he began to lean in to me. Was this attempt at trying to kiss me?

"Louis. Stop. Now" I commended, his features began to soften slightly, but my voice had little effect on him.

"Make me." His tone was dark and demanding. What is wrong with him, this isn't Louis, it's someone who I don't recognize. His hands were tightly grasping on to my wrists, causing me to wince in pain.

"Just let go of me, your hurting me.-" I squirmed to get out his reach, but this only made him angrier.

"Your mine.-" He bangs his fist against the wall, I flinch turning my head and closing my eyes. "-God damn it, Charlotte Your mine."

Suddenly he grabbed my chin and turned my head, pressing his lips roughly against mine, it was sloppy and lustful, I pushed on his chest to let go, tears slipping from my eyes.

"Get Off Me!" I shouted, fighting his hold on me.

"You really think i'm going to give up that easy?" He looked at me, before crinkling his eyes and chuckling, "You can't get rid of me that easily, babe."

"Let go of her now." Said a deep, raspy voice. Harry. Louis let go of me, stumbling back a bit, regaining his balance.

"You.." Louis growled, lunging towards harry, I stepped between them.

They both stood there breathing heavily, no sign of peace in their eyes, no sign friendship of which once was, only hatred. I did this, and there was only one way to stop Louis from trying to beat the shit out of harry.

"I'll go with you, come on." I tangled my fingers with Lou's, "Everything's alright now Harry." I reassure him, he shakes his head, as he walks away, muttering something to himself.

We both comfortably began to rest where we once laid down. Drifting off to sleep wrapped in each others arms.

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The next morning I woke up quite early, for I had not slept very well after the events that too place earlier the night. I slid out of bed and walked to the bathroom, locking the door behind me.

I stood in front of the mirror for what felt like forever. Staring at my reflection staring back at me. I took in every detail of my face and watched the pureness of my skin breathe. It is in times like these where you see yourself for who you really are, because the girl in the mirror is a different person to the one standing outside looking in. I took a deep breathe I examined my wrists which were now covered in a dark purple and blue bruises. I know he didn't mean to hurt me, he was just drunk, but does that make it okay?

I shake my head, blindly making my way out the bath room staring down at my wrists.The memories from last night came flooding back and I remember how dark Louis's actions were. I shivered and felt cold and scared at the thought of him, I couldn't get over the way he looked at me, he made me feel helpless and vulnerable.

I was so out of it I walked in to someone hard, I lifted my eyes to see Harry, wearing low cut plaid pajama pants and no shirt, exposing his tanned toned abs and his tattoos.

"Watch where you are walking love." He looked down at me smiling his dimples prominent, his morning voice was groggy and deeper than usual. He pushed back his loose curly hair with one hand, and licked his lips slightly.

"Sorry" I muttered, his hand slightly brushed my wrist by accident as he tried to move past me, I looked down at wrist, wincing as he had touched it slightly.

Harry followed my gaze and his mouth dropped, “Seriously?” His accent was thick.
I shook my head, “It’s fine.”

“No it isn't.” He protested.

“Forget about it.”

“I cant, He did this to you didn't he, that son of a bi-"

“Drop it.”

"Well just a little tip for next time don't mess with Louis when he's had a little to much to drink." He shook his head as if he was telling a child that they had behaved badly. Oh my god he was patronizing me.

'Seriously what the hell is your problem?' I crossed my arms over my chest and eyed him. He chuckled. Dammit I gave him the reaction he wanted.

"Okay i'm done here, I should have at least got a thanks for saving you."

''Saving? You call that saving?'' I stared at him with my mouth open. He shook his head, before judging my face and then he spoke.

''Well I did just sort of had gotten Louis off you before things went too far, but if you don't wanna call that saving then that's fine by me.'' He smiled but it was all too fake.

"Well you didn't need to be such a dick about it after!"

'Me a dick? Never.' He put a fake shocked face on.

''You know what screw you! I would have rather dealt with him on my own, than have had to spend these 5 minutes right now with you. '' And with that I pushed past him and walked down the airplane isle angrily.

'Love you too babe.' He yelled after me. Even though I couldn't see him I could tell he was smirking because he got the reaction out of me that he wanted. I didn't look back I kept walking.

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