"What do you mean you don't like him?" I yelled at my stubborn mother, as I stomped my foot like an angry child. "Harry, he's not it. He's not the one." She sighs, and I run my hands down my face, my heart beating hard. To hard.
"What makes you say that?" I ask, demand in my tone, because I wanted to know why she didn't approve of my Louis. He had barely spoken a word to her when she walked through my front door, duffle bag in hand.
I think it had something to do with the fact that he was to shy, imtimidated a bit in a general sense, I was in way like the daughter, and my mum the father since I didn't nessicarly have a man in my life that suited that role.
"He's everything I don't like in a boy. Rude, arrogant, not shape to him, over grown hair, dull eyes, crap like that." She huffs, sitting down on her bed as she laid back against the plush white pillow with a bored expression.
I couldn't believe this, her of all people? Rejecting Louis? He looked so sweet, and so innocent, a beautiful twinkle in his eyes that was bestowded to him when the stars blessed him, yet their blessing was strong because he was more beautiful then any star I've seen in my day. No ball of fire could compare to him.
"Mum, please! I love him, I love him so much, I can't loose him! I can't loose my Louis, mum please." I begged, and she shook her head as she pointed to the desk, and desk chair on the other side of her room.
"That's the person I want you to be with." She says, pointing to a petite blonde girl that looked over her shoulder with a sneering smile. I felt like her very expression was taunting me, proding fun. "No. I don't want her." I say, starting for the door where Louis sat outside, but she ignored my protest against her will.
"I want you with her. She's perfect for you. He's not." She says, her tone clipped meaing this discussion was over, and I knew I had no choice but to give in because since I could walk it had been wired into me that mother know's best.
"Alright then, if you insist." I sigh, and she gives me a sharp nod. "Now go out there, and end it now. Tell him you have someone better." She says, so much authority packed into that one sentence. "Okay!" I shout, frustration in my voice as I pulled open the bedroom door, and saw Louis sitting against the hall, his lips wrinkiled between his teeth as he bit down hard on it, and a smile lifted up on his face when he saw me but it quickly faded as a tear slipped diown my cheek, emotion welling in my throat.
"Louis it's over, she didn't give her consent so I'm done with you." I say, bitterness in my tone as I watched his face fall. "But Har-" He started it that melody sweet voice of his, "No! Go! Now." I growl, not being able to bear to see him a moment longer, the pain starting to welt my heart.
"But-" He starts, and I cut him off once more. "Go! Leave." I demand, agression in my tone this time and a cold look crossed his face. "Fine! I never gave a crap about your sorry arse anyways." He shouts, anger and hurt laced in his fenimine tone.
Ouch.
Those words hit me hard in the gut, so hard the breath felt swept out of me, and I came to conclusion on what I was doing. On what I was doing wrong, and that matter was obeying my mothers demand to end both of our happiness.
"Louis wait!" I call, panick now in my voice as he was already running down the stairs, and I persuited after him. "Louis!" I call, skipping to steps at a time as I tried to grab for his arm, but missed. "Leave me alone!" He shouts, his voice tight the way it got when he was trying to with-stand crying.
"Louis, I'm sorry! I didn't mean it!" I say, but he ignores me as he pulls on his jacket and storms out the strangely open front door. "Don't BS me, I don't want to hear it." He says, his tone still cruel but softer as he stomped across the driveway, and down to the sidewalk, unshed tears glsitening in his eyes.
"Louis please! I just-" I start, my finger tips brushing my arm but he pushed me hard. To hard for someone half my size and a quater of my strength. "Leave me alone." He begs, my words having an unbelievable effect on him, as he stepped out onto the street to cross.
That's when I saw it. The car. It came screeching around the corner fast, way to fast. My eyes widdened with terror as my lips screamed his name. "Louis!" I screech, and he then notices the car before looking back to me, the time for him to move already gone.
"Harry?" He croaks, looking back at me with a bewildered expression, frozen in terror.
That's when it hit, the sickening thud, and screams of agony as the metal monster collided with his small body, and I started screaming uncontrollably.
"Louis! Louis! Louis baby!" I cried out in anguish, only to never be answered again.
"Louis!" I gasp, my body instantly jerking awake as my deep, shakey breaths filled the bedroom. It had been a miracle I didn't wake up screaming like I usually did when I had night terror's, but this one had a different effect on me then the others.
Tears immeditately begin to stream quietly down my face as I wiped at my eyes furiously, and looked around the bed for him, a breath of relief leaving my lips in a moment. He was still there, sleeping with an angel expression on his face as he cuddled into the blankets, nuzzling his face against my pillow.
For a boy of merely nineteen he resembled someone so much younger, so much more innocent even though he was a pain sometimes.
"Oh Louis.." I heave, laying back down as i rested a hand on his head, letting his hair slide through my fingers as I kissed his forehead, and then wrapped an arm around his warm petite male frame so I could pull him close to my side, needing assurence he was there.
At first I had been ready to wake him up, walking his to melt the icy terror from the dream coating my rapidly beating heart, but one look at his expression, and I couldn't bring myself to do it. Sighing deeply, I laid my head on his as he shifted in his sleep to cuddle closer to my side.
In that past two monthes I had fallen so hard for Louis I couldn't breath. Everything he did made my breath hitch, and heart beat fast. I loved to touch him, run my hands down his silky skin, while pressing my lips in placing only I was aloud to touch.
I loved talking to him, hearing his opinon on even the dumbest of topics, while he proppered his head up on his hand. I loved hearing his voice, no matter what it's condition was that day. I literally at this moment couldn't think of a single thing I didn't love about Louis.
I saw no flaws on any inch of him, or in his character, though I would've begged to differ when I first met him. That was the funny thing though, in conclusion I think I fell for him the instant I saw him, yet because he always got me so mad I assumed it was undeniable hatred I felt for him.
I think it was all worth it in the end though. All the restless nights, fights, forbidden touches, and dirty whispers, because now I had him nestled in my arms, and his heart beat with the same emotion for me that mine did for him.
Pure, true love.
I had never felt this kind of affection and happiness from anyone before. He made me smile bigger then any anti-depressent could.
"I know your probably sleeping, and can't hear me but listen up." I whisper against his hair as I played with the ends of it that were resting on the back of his neck.
"I love you, I love you more then I can portray, and I'm going to hold you as tightly as I can." I say, my words sincere, and heart pulsing with each one. I most definately felt like he was the one. In just a short time I was almost a hundred percent sure.
Did Romeo feel this way when he first saw Juliet? Her beauty radiating across the dance floor, standing out from the other girls, as she made her way around like an angel from above, her voice silencing his inner demons, and making every tear sizzle and dry up?
I felt like Romeo right now, so helplessly in love with a boy named Louis. I don't even think he knew the extent to my love for him, it was strong, and my greatest fear? That his couldn't measure up.
Sighing once more I let my eyes flutter shut, my breathing steadier now, and the trauma from the dream fading into a blurred memory. "My angel." I breath, the words getting lost in his mop of hair. "My angel."
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The next morning when I had awoken, the bed was empty, and Harry was no where to be seen. Groaning softly, I pushed myself up and hissed when a small twinge of pain zipped through my rib cage, and popped in my sore leg.
"Harry?" I yawn, running my hands through my hair as I threw back the covers, and noticed I was wearing one of his long t-shirt, and my boxers. He must've changed me last night after I fell asleep. Biting my lip softly and shaking my head, I dragged myself out of bed and saw it was a little after nine thirty, meaning I had about twenty minutes until my first class.
Swallowing lumps of morning siliva, I walked into the bathroom and peed before deciding to wonder downstairs and look for Harry, even though I was nearly postive he was seated behind his desk at school.
"Morning love, breakfest is in the microwave!'' Maddie informs when I walk into the kitchen, and I nod with a yawn. "What did you make me?" I asked, my bare feet squeaking agaisnt the kitchen floor as I made a haste walk over to the microve and pulled out a plate of pancakes with scrambled eggs, a little folded piece of paper below the plate.
'Dear Louis,
Went to work baby, me and Maddie got your car after you fell asleep. Sorry if you sleep in to late. Can't wait to see you in class! I got a little present for my LouBear ;) Love you!
~Your Sexy Mr. Styles xXXx'
Chuckling, I folded the note back up, and held it in my free hand as I carried the plate over to the island where the stools were, and scrambled onto one before placing my plate, and the note down, and I began to eat.
"I would've cooked you breakfest this morning, but Harry insisted on doing it." Maddie says, leaning against the counter now as she nursed a glass of orange juice. "He's a doll ain't he?" I ask, after swallowing a mouthful of pancake.
"That's one word for him." She agree's, walking over, and climbed onto the stool next to me before putting her drink on the counter. "Did you sleep well last night? I know that stuff was a little strong." She asks, biting her lip.
"Yes, I slept quite well actually. I've always been good when it came down to sleeping pills. My mum gave me one once and it knocked me out half the day." I chuckle, and she smiles releasing her bottom lip. "It would take a larger dosage to keep Harry out for the night." She says, picking up her class, and took a sip.
For a long moment we both remained in a easy silence, me eating my breakfest quickly, and her slowly sipping on the glass, obviously in relaxation mode. I then sighed, Harry crossing my mind, and I felt my stomach tightened because I missed him, even though we hadn't been apart for very long, less then maybe two hours? I still missed him when he wasn't next to me.
"Penny for your thoughts?" She asls, and I shrug. "I just miss Harry when I don't get to see him, that's all." I say, pushing my now empty plate away as she took a moment to marvel at how fast I finished my food.
"If you think you've got it bad you should see him! Poor lad goes out of his mind when your more then ten feet away from him." She giggles, and I can't help but look down with a grin at the thought, flattered for I took that as the highest of compliments.
"I can believe that." I agree, sliding off my stool, and picking up my breakfest stuff as I walked over to the sink, and gently placed them in before rinsing them off. "How's your rib cage? Does it still hurt?" She asked, and I shook my head.
"It's a little sore, nasty to the eye, but much better then yesterday thanks to you and Harry mothering me." I tease, and she shakes her head with a smile. "Well we were both worried, probably him more then me in a boyfriend sense, and we wanted to make sure no serious damage was done." She said, shrugging.
"Actually last night when you went to sleep, and we were getting your car, and all. He told me that it was killing him to see you in pain. That it hurt him more then it hurt you." She informs, and I feel my stomach flutter.
"I was just a little upset, and sore. Wasn't dying." I say, humor in my voice as I turned to face her, and leaned against the counter.
"Yes I know Louis, but it hurt him alot more then it would the average person. When you come from an abusive house hold, it's like being stabbed repeatedly when you watch someone else you love get hurt physically or mentally by another human being. Harry is afraid to see that unfold again, what happened yesterday, well it wasn't easy on him either." She says, and my familiar sympathy set in.
I wanted so badly to erase those memories from his head, to keep him safe from that nightmare of a man. Honestly if I ever saw him I might just pop him one.
"I didn't think of it that way." I admit, biting my lip as I looked down and she sighed. "Well it can't be helped, life is life." She says, finsihing the last of her glass and standing up as she walked to the right side of the sink and rinsed out her cup before placing the glass in.
"But his was so unfair, so far Harry hasn't given me a reason to walk away." I say, and she nods. "That might be in your best interest. Harry might come off as a jerk at first, but when he falls in love that person becomes his baby, and he will stop at nothing to ensure their happiness." She chuckles.
"I can believe you on that." I say, and she nods. After that the conversation came to an end and I went upstairs to pull on my jeans, deciding to keep on Harry shirt because it was warm, and smelled like him.
Once I was dressed, and combed out my hair because it was a bit knotty, and then I walked back downstairs. "I'm going to go to school now, I'll see you after school I guess." I say, and she nods as she begins sweeping the front hall.
"Try not to get beat up Tommo." She teases, making me laugh. "I won't mother." I shoot back sarcastically, and playfully. "Have a good day Louis, tell Harry that Maddie said hi." She laughs, and with that goes back to her sweeping.
Smiling to myself I slip on my shoes, pull on my jacket, and then pull my keys from my pocket which Harry must've left. "Bye!" I call as I step out of the door, shutting and locking it behind me. It was a nice morning, a little warmer then yesterday, but still cold.
To drive to school in my own car today felt like heaven, well not exactly because Harry wasn't there, but you get my point. The drive to school was quick, and easy. Lucky for me I had found a great parking place near the entrance of the school, so I lucked out today, especially with my sore leg.
Both my leg and ribcage had two nasty, dark bruises. I wasn't in as much pain as I was yesterday, but I was uncomfortably sore. "Hey Louis!" Shailene's voice rings out, and I turn to see my friend in a red sweatshirt with bright pink pj bottoms.
"What's with the get up?" I ask, stopped so she could join me. "I was to lazy to look nice today." She yawns, a light layer of make up on her face, and dark circles under her eye. "Let me guess, you stayed up studying for a test?" I ask, and she laughs.
"You know me so well, and yes! I suck at Science of the human body, so I had to put in unwilling hours." She sighs, and I chuckle. "Where were you yesterday after school? Heard a rumor you got jumped or something?" She informs, concern in her features as she gave me a mother hen face.
"Not exactly, two guys got a little testy with me, and when I tried to leave they hit me." I said, pulling up my shirt to show her the bruise, and she gasp. "Louis! That looks horrible! You make it sound like it wasn't a big deal!" She exclaims, stopping me to examine the damage, making me chuckle.
"Shay bae, I'm fine." I assure, and she shushes me. "Did you report the guys?" She asks, tearing her eyes away as they met with mine and she raised a perfectly trimmed eyebrow. "No, because I didn't know who they were and I'm not good at descrbing people." I said, shrugging.
"Tell someone if you see them, because they shouldn't get away with that." She sighs, shaking her head of wavy blonde hair. For a moment then I looked at my best friend, taking a moment to appreciate her concern, and the way she cared.
In my opinion Shailene was a strong headed girl, had alot of will for five four, and was beautiful. That was why I got protective over her when a guy came into her life, because I didn't want to see someone hurt my sister from a different mister.
The bell then rang destractiing me from my train of thought and we both sigh. "Bye Louis." She says, punching my shoulder, and then we both part ways once we step inside of the maze of hallways. At that moment I had considered telling her.
Telling her about me, and Harry. But I was scared. Scared she wasn't going to accept me, and then I'd loose another close friend, and it was my fear that silenced me.
Shaking my head to scatter my thoughts, I jammed my hands in my pockets and begin strolling towards my theater class. By the time I had gotten in the theater hall, all thoughts of keeping secrets from Shailene had been eliminated from my stream of thoughts.
"Louis!" A familiar voice then called out, and I turned over my shoulder to see Kenlor, great. "Oh..um..hey?" I say, as she rushes up to my side. "I need to talk to you, now. Please?" She says, panting as she blew a strand of pin straight hair out of her face.
"About what?" I ask, wondering why her tone sounded so urgent. "Carson." She blantly says as if I was stupid or something. Since when did Carson get involved with girls like her? And how did she know who he was? Normally Carson didn't let his name slip unless he was going to sleep with a girl.
"Is it importent?" I ask, and she nods rapidly as my arm is grabbed and she pulls me off to the side, away from wondering eyes. "Very." She confirms, making my curiolusity stir. "Tell me?" I then plead, and she gestures for me to come closer as she scans the hallway, and then lowers her voice.
"Carson paid those two guys to beat you up so he could play hero." She informs, making my heart turn icy cold, and then stop. "Your kidding?" I manage to choke out, refusing to believe that even Carson would stoop so low, but her expression didn't seem to be portraying her words as a lie.
"No, I'm not." She said, brushing some hair out of her face, and a lump appeared in my throat. "How do you know this?" I ask, and a look of shame crosses her face. "Because he told me. I was part of the plan." She said, her eyes drifting away from me and down to the floor.
"How were you part of the plan?" I ask, biting my lip hard. "Carson said he'd give me fifty dollars to hold up Mr. Styles after class, because he didn't want a teacher to catch them in the act, but Carson didn't fulfill his end of the deal so I decided to tattle. He also paid a few other girls to hold up the other teachers who had their cars parked there." She admits, and I feel my stomach clench hard.
I couldn't believe this. I couldn't believe that Carson of all people would pay two guys to hurt me so he could play hero, and then pay girls to hold up the teachers so they wouldn't get caught.
Though I had to admit I think he purposely made sure to hold up Harry, because he knew our secret, and knew Harry would jump to my defense. That was another thing that made me question him. Why didn't he tell on us? I mean, all he had to do was tell the same story I told him, and then everyone would bad mouth us.
Yet being Carson, he chose the most drastic, illogical thing he could.
"Okay. Thanks for telling me." I say, needing to break away from her, and catch my breath before going to class. I felt physically sick right now, and I'm sure Harry would feel the same way. That was another thing.
How in hell was I suppose to break this to Harry? Harry would murder Carson with out batting an eyelash. I didn't want to see them fighting, I didn't want one of them to get in trouble, especially Harry.
Honestly I could care less if Carson got in trouble, but for fear of Harry getting in trouble I decided it would be best to just remain quiet for now. I would tell him tonight, since I always went to his house anyways, and then he'd have almost twenty-four hours to calm down, and hold it all in next time he saw him.
"Morning Tomlinson." The Theater teacher calls as I walk into the room, and I nod at her as I go to sit on the carpet with a few friendlies hoping to destract myself from hard thoughts.
But I think the hardest was deciding if I should keep this information to myself or share it with Harry.

Notes

Hi guys! So it's been a really long two days :P My baby brother is being tested for diabeties, and tons of stuff like that because he's been having these weird fog things where he goes into another world, can't hear anyone, his vision gets blurry, etc. I really hope it isn't serious. But on the bright side I'm going to see the lego movie today! :D Buuut awwww when I was writing Harry's dream I teared up a bit :'(

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Storyline: Forlorn [ A One Direction Vampire Fanfiction ]
In a world where vampires hold the upper hand, in a world where everyone is divided into two classes, the Affluent's, and Indigent's, some extreme measures had to be taken. It definately made the history books when the Apocalypse struck upon our world, many lives lost with in the first year, the Ressisstence, but that wasn't what made the front page. It was the exchange. The exchange was to allow people to live in peace, some with money, some living out of shacks depending on their class, for one little precious trade. Donors. Every year, once a year, a list is made of the Royal Ventouses, french for 'suckers', who needed a blood donor would be made. Then they would choose a community by random, or preference of the king once he had approved everyone on the list could have a donor, and do a drawing. In this drawing ten names from the Indigent's class are pulled, five boys, and five girls. These people become the donor's for that year. For some people it was an amazing oppertunity to prosper in a better life, but for the rest it was their worst nightmare. My name is Emerson Hale, and on the cool morning of September seventh, my name was the fifth one drawn, and my life changed forever.

~Mazzy
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