**Belle's P.O.V**

I rolled over, after I had just awakened, the only noise filling my room was the birds chirping and the ruffling of my white covers. 12:37. Damn I slept late. Well I got at most 9 hours of sleep, so I'll be good for the day. Although staying in bed sounded like a great idea, I had to wee; so I got up.

After shuffling through my fridge, my cupboards, and my freezer; I had decided on Belgium Waffles... frozen, toaster, Belgium Waffles. Although I would have much preferred my mum's homemade ones, that's impossible. As I sat waiting eagerly for the waffle to pop I heard my phone ding on the speaker upstairs. Who would be texting me? Not Harry for sure. I ran up the stairs and into my room only to see it was in fact Harry.
'Hey Belle'
'I thought my dad told you not to talk to me?' I sassed back
'Your dad isn't with you. He's at the grocery store. I just saw him, talked to him too. He seemed perfectly happy. When I asked if he was still upset about the call, you know what he responded?' Shit. shit. shit.
'What?'
'He said he had no idea what I was talking about. Why is that Belle?'
'No why?'
'Because you lied. Why would you lie, and who was on the phone.' He's snooping, and I hate snoops. It's none of his damn business. I decided on not replying an just ignoring it. Rather deal with it later... or never. Which ever comes first.

As I was eating, little replays of my dream kept popping back into my memory.

"Please don't. Louis please" I pleaded. "Louis look at me. Please" The tears began. I tried to fight against his knife. He wouldn't look at me. "Louis look at me. Please it's me. Just look at me." I paused, and calmed myself. "The least you could do would be to look at me in the eye before you do it." I said surprising calm, he finally looked at me. He saw my tear stained cheeks, my color changing eyes, bright red cheeks, and red nose. "Louis? Please" I said calmly as if it's the only thing that will help. I saw his hand begin to shake, the hand that is holding the knife, the hand I place mine over in hope of calming him.


"I-I I'm sorry" he stuttered letting the tears slip from his eyes that were a deep blue, now returning to the bright blue-green.
"It's okay" he dropped the knife, giving me the opertunity to hold his hand. It was sweaty from grasping the knife so tight, it was bigger than mine by a stretch, it was the Louis'; the Louis that I liked better than the one I had just experienced. He looked down, but I continued my stare.

I had been thinking of solutions sitting on my roof, the best I've come up with is that Louis scared me by pushing me down, mixed with trauma from my mum. I watched as a few joggers went by, some with kids, some with dogs, and some alone. Like me, alone. My dad won't be home for a while I guess because when he goes grocery shopping, he goes and gets food to feed an army and a fourth. And I'm sure once he's here, he's going to be gone again. I rolled my eyes at the thought. Honestly he isn't even a dad to me anymore. More like a hose mate that pays for the house, food, and, water. I should get a job, I thought to myself. It would be good for me. And I should get my license. I hadn't ever needed to drive, but it will be nice for college. I was snapped out of my thoughts for the future by a faint voice that came through my headphones. I had these in, but never turned on a song; why? Because I am Belle. I heard it call my name again. I ripped the earbud out of my ear and searched around to find where the mystery voice was coming from. "Rapunzel, Rapunzel let down your hair" I looked down to see none other then Louis, the sight of him brought me back to my dream.

"Romeo is that thou Romeo?" I called back.

"Are you off your rocker Belle. It's me Louis" I laughed at that as I slowly crawled further down the roof, careful not to slip. I got up to right before the gutter, making sure to not put pressure on it, or else it will brake.

"Hia" I hung my head off the roof. "How are you?"

"Hi, fine thanks. And you?"

"Could be better. What are you doing here?" I asked. I probably sound high. But whatever.

"I just came over to say" he stopped and seemed to fumble and look for the right words. "I'm sorry Belle."

"Sorry huh?" I bit the inside of my cheek. 'Well then, what are you sorry for exactly?" I decided to push this a bit. See if what I can get out of him.

"I'm sorry for pushing you over. That was irrational" Nice big word. "But I have a good explanation for punching the guy" I rolled my eyes. The last thing I wanted was some lame excuse. But why not?

"The front door is unlocked, I'll meet you in the kitchen." I called down before carefully climbing back up and through my window.

"Okay so tell me" I plopped the tea bag into the steaming water the Keurig poured for us. He said he didn't want any, so I only made one cup.

"He pushed me into a locker" I had opened my mouth to say 'that gives you no right to punch the kid. Fire plus fire is just a bigger fire' but he cut me off "I hadn't fought back until he got up close to my face." He took a pause. "I wasn't going to hurt him I swear. But he whispered to me. You know what he whispered." He sounds so dramatic.

"What did he say"

"He- he said he would he touch you." It didn't click as a bad idea at first. But I got what he meant by touch me. It made me feel bad for being mad. Although he did push me down. I hadn't looked up from my tea.

"I'm sorry" I whispered. "I had no reason to be mad." I shook my head, making my high pony swish back and forth, just missing the mouth of my cup. He got up and walked over. I still didn't look up, and I felt terrible for what I did. I felt a pair of arms wrap around my side.

"Me too." He whispered. I could see the tattoos from his right arm. It was a sleeve of different tattoos. One a bird, one a little stick figure. The list goes on as he has a lot of little ones. We sat there for a minute, then it got awkward so he let go and returned to his place at the counter.

Notes

Hey, so yes it was her in his dream... do you think I should make Liam, Niall, and Zayn more involved in the story?