Beauty and The Beast
Chapter 3
**Louis' P.O.V**
I sat all weekend throwing ideas around. I had prepared for this moment. All had to do was take the steps. Although no matter how hard I tried, my feet wouldn't move. I stared at her from across the room, people walked in front of us. She didn't look up from a book. I went through the processes in my head one last time before mustering up the courage to walk over there. I found my self taking the steps. Once I got there I just stood. Damnit Louis, say something. Anything. She slowly looked up from her book. Although her expression didn't change, you could see she had a two emotions in her eyes. One was scared, I hope I didn't make her scared, the second was sorrow. "Hey" She said starting the conversation since I couldn't. Although her eyes still read a different emotion, she smiled.
"H-H-Hi" I stumbled over my words. Damnit Louis, snap out of it.
"I'm Belle" She looked down to fold over the corner of her page, then looked back up at me.
"I'm Louis." I spoke straight this time. "What book are you reading?" I tried to start up a conversation.
"Oh ju-" She tried to answer, but was cut off by Harry.
"Belle!" He rushed over to us. Once he got a look at me he turned to the beautiful person sitting right in front of us. "What are you doing talking to this beast?" He spat the last word at me.
"He came over and needed a place to sit, he was about to sit down when you came over. Right?" She looked up at me, making an excuse for my presence. I nodded.
"Oh well." He was at a loss of words, before he could say anything else the bell rang.
**Belle's P.O.V**
I was just "reading" when he came over. Although thinking of what came up on my phone, and what's to come because of it.
I opened up the phone to see the one thing that horrified me most. It was a photo of my house. But then another one came through. It was a photo of my mother. She was out with friends, or so I thought. She was laying dead on a concrete floor. A message came with it, 'Tell your father he's next if he doesn't complete the deal.' I of course went and told my dad, he told me not to call the cops or he would be taken away. I was so torn. Call the cops and have the potential of being a foster child, or not and have my mother be burned, or what ever they do with the people they kill. My dad he'd take care of it, but not to tell a soul. I agreed, but cried all weekend. My perfect little family isn't as perfect as I thought.
Our conversation was cut short because of Harry, but that conversation was, thankfully, ended because of the bell. My classes were flying by, I ran into Harry enough times for one day. Lunch went not as expected. I was reading on my usual bench when I felt the weight even out on the other end. I didn't think anything of it, just someone eating their lunch. But my reading was interrupted by someone talking. I kinda ignored them, trying to keep concentrated. "Hey!" Whoever sat next to screamed and grabbed the book from my grip, once again I lost my place. "I was speaking to you" I looked over to see... what's his name?..... Lawrence, Luke, Logan, Landon.... Louis, that's it, Louis. I got really scared. What if he hits me? He was breathing heavily, his face looked a bit red, but the scariest part was his eyes. They were a beautiful green-blue this morning, now they were a dark grey. I tried to act like I wasn't about to break down.
"C-can I h-have my b-book-k ba-c-ck?" Stupid stutter. That only seemed to enrage his more, causing me to scooch back. "O-or you can k-k-keep it." I backed off the bench and tried to walk away from him. But I was blocked. By none other then Harry. Of all times he could stop me, now had to be the time. "Harry, I really need to get to class."
"No, you have Literature in 15 minutes" Truth is, I wanted to find the nearest bathroom before I break down and cry. "What's wrong? Why is something wrong? Did the beast have something to do with it?" He looked over my shoulder and at Louis.
"No, no I'm fine. Really."
"Then were are you going?"
"Do you really need to know?" He nodded. I groaned. "I have to wee. Are you happy?"
"Oh well in that case" He let me past. Thankgod. I just hope he doesn't do anything to Louis, I don't care if he took my book. I can take that. I have like three copies.
I sat all weekend throwing ideas around. I had prepared for this moment. All had to do was take the steps. Although no matter how hard I tried, my feet wouldn't move. I stared at her from across the room, people walked in front of us. She didn't look up from a book. I went through the processes in my head one last time before mustering up the courage to walk over there. I found my self taking the steps. Once I got there I just stood. Damnit Louis, say something. Anything. She slowly looked up from her book. Although her expression didn't change, you could see she had a two emotions in her eyes. One was scared, I hope I didn't make her scared, the second was sorrow. "Hey" She said starting the conversation since I couldn't. Although her eyes still read a different emotion, she smiled.
"H-H-Hi" I stumbled over my words. Damnit Louis, snap out of it.
"I'm Belle" She looked down to fold over the corner of her page, then looked back up at me.
"I'm Louis." I spoke straight this time. "What book are you reading?" I tried to start up a conversation.
"Oh ju-" She tried to answer, but was cut off by Harry.
"Belle!" He rushed over to us. Once he got a look at me he turned to the beautiful person sitting right in front of us. "What are you doing talking to this beast?" He spat the last word at me.
"He came over and needed a place to sit, he was about to sit down when you came over. Right?" She looked up at me, making an excuse for my presence. I nodded.
"Oh well." He was at a loss of words, before he could say anything else the bell rang.
**Belle's P.O.V**
I was just "reading" when he came over. Although thinking of what came up on my phone, and what's to come because of it.
I opened up the phone to see the one thing that horrified me most. It was a photo of my house. But then another one came through. It was a photo of my mother. She was out with friends, or so I thought. She was laying dead on a concrete floor. A message came with it, 'Tell your father he's next if he doesn't complete the deal.' I of course went and told my dad, he told me not to call the cops or he would be taken away. I was so torn. Call the cops and have the potential of being a foster child, or not and have my mother be burned, or what ever they do with the people they kill. My dad he'd take care of it, but not to tell a soul. I agreed, but cried all weekend. My perfect little family isn't as perfect as I thought.
Our conversation was cut short because of Harry, but that conversation was, thankfully, ended because of the bell. My classes were flying by, I ran into Harry enough times for one day. Lunch went not as expected. I was reading on my usual bench when I felt the weight even out on the other end. I didn't think anything of it, just someone eating their lunch. But my reading was interrupted by someone talking. I kinda ignored them, trying to keep concentrated. "Hey!" Whoever sat next to screamed and grabbed the book from my grip, once again I lost my place. "I was speaking to you" I looked over to see... what's his name?..... Lawrence, Luke, Logan, Landon.... Louis, that's it, Louis. I got really scared. What if he hits me? He was breathing heavily, his face looked a bit red, but the scariest part was his eyes. They were a beautiful green-blue this morning, now they were a dark grey. I tried to act like I wasn't about to break down.
"C-can I h-have my b-book-k ba-c-ck?" Stupid stutter. That only seemed to enrage his more, causing me to scooch back. "O-or you can k-k-keep it." I backed off the bench and tried to walk away from him. But I was blocked. By none other then Harry. Of all times he could stop me, now had to be the time. "Harry, I really need to get to class."
"No, you have Literature in 15 minutes" Truth is, I wanted to find the nearest bathroom before I break down and cry. "What's wrong? Why is something wrong? Did the beast have something to do with it?" He looked over my shoulder and at Louis.
"No, no I'm fine. Really."
"Then were are you going?"
"Do you really need to know?" He nodded. I groaned. "I have to wee. Are you happy?"
"Oh well in that case" He let me past. Thankgod. I just hope he doesn't do anything to Louis, I don't care if he took my book. I can take that. I have like three copies.
Notes
You like it? It's the first time you see Louis temper (aside from the beginning, but that didn't really show his temper...get it?) But you also see the sweet side of Louis. <3
Thank you!
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