Louis Tomlinson
Year 2023, Month August
North Dakota
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“You’re putting her in the fucking cell room?!” I screamed at Jared and I could feel my fists getting hotter as I squeezed them, “That’s bullshit, Jared!”

“Louis do not test my goddamned patience right now!” Jared screamed back with the same amount of anger. “I do have any other choice! Now I know that Harry will want her and he’s not going to stop doing whatever he can until he gets her! If he tries to break in again… I can’t risk any more damages to my house, or any more of my men being killed. When he tried to break in again this morning, my whole fourth floor was killed…” he trailed off and cleared his throat, “Luckily Celia made it out of there alive. If he tries to break in again, I’ll have no other choice but to ship Parson off. You know what the means, Louis.”

“No,” I shook my head and squeezed my eyes shut, “You can not kill her.”

“If Harry tries to break in again,” Jared paused before taking a step up the stairs to his bedroom, “I’ll have no other choice but to kill her. If you try to stop me Louis,” he looked at me when he reached the top of the stairs and pressed his hair back, “I’ll kill you, too.”

I’m not fucking scared of you, Frenchie. I took a step back and said, “No you won’t. You know that you won’t.” Because I’ll kill you first. I then walked away and practically ran towards the stairs to the cell room.

“Goodnight, Louis,” I heard Jared say before I disappeared up the staircase.

Fuck. I paced the floor in front of the cell room door and frantically shook my head. If Jared even tries to kill her, I will not hesitate to put a fucking bullet in his head. Fuck me for thinking this, but I care about Parson. She can be a big bitch at times, but she’s so fucking beautiful. I didn’t think that I liked her the first time that I saw her because she was always running around her house with that little boy―Jate, her brother. When Ed and I were tracking her, we noticed that she liked to steal things. She would steal from local food stores and from clothes stores to take care of her brother. She keeps on saying how disgusting and terrible we are, but when she was at home and it came to her brother, she would kill or steal from anyone. She put a knife to some man’s throat one time because she wanted his bike for Jate. I noticed that Jate’s birthday was a few days after we had begun to watch Parson, and she was going on highs and ends to just get him things for his birthday. This may be a little unbelievable, but the day that we kidnapped her, she stole over one hundred dollars worth of groceries to feed her family. She’s fucking independent, and she’s just as bad as we are. Though she doesn’t seem to believe that she is…

“Louis?” I heard her voice mutter my name through the fake metal door, and I widened my eyes. “Louis?!” she began to panic. I take it you found out that you weren’t in your room, aye, princess? I heard her feet hitting the floor and I quickly unlocked the door and opened it, spotting her small body sitting on the floor against the wall. When she looked up, her expression made my eyes squint and she sprinted to her feet, running to me and collapsing into my arms. Then she began to wail like a child. “Oh God. I thought Harry took me. I thought after he drugged me that he took my away from here and I…” she stopped from her frantic crying.

“So you’re meaning to tell me that you like it better here with me than you would with Harry?” I asked her and she looked at me, pulling her arms from my shoulders and swallowing the lump in her throat.

“Yes,” she muttered bitterly and I arched an eyebrow, unable to contain my curiosity.

“You don’t want to be in Illinois with him, because of the way he looks? I know how much you stare at him when he comes around,” I said, crossing my arms. The sneer that she showed me made me let out a chuckle and she rolled her eyes.

“Stared,” she emphasized before walking over to the small cot against the wall and sitting down on it, “I’m not going to stare at him anymore. I don’t trust him.”

“You trusted him before?” I asked her and she sighed before laying back down on the cot and bringing the small grey sheet over her body. “I bet you’re wondering what you’re doing in here,” I said, laying down on the space on the floor beside her cot. She faced away from the wall and looked down at me, nodding her head. “Well, Jared doesn’t want Harry to find you. So he’s locking you up in here until further notice.”

She looked around and shook her head, “I think keeping me in a room, locked up is a good idea to keep me away from Harry, but at least put me in a room with a shower and some clothes!” she shook her head again and I smiled, closing my eyes.

“My room was moved to this floor, which is the fifth floor, so I’ll let you use my shower and I’ll bring you some clothes from your room when the time comes,” I told her and she scoffed, making me sit up on my elbows and look at her.

“You honestly think I’m going to use your shower?” she asked and I stood up, walking over to the door. “I mean, come on.”

“It’s either my shower or no fucking shower at all,” I said before opening the door and slamming it shut, walking towards the end of the stairs. “Wait, Louis,” I heard her call through the small opening on the door, through the bars, “Come back.” I walked back over to the door, not because she told me to because I’m not going to do everything she says, but because I wanted to… “I’ll use your shower,” she said and I nodded my head, beginning to walk away again, but she said, “Can I use it now?” I closed my eyes and blew out a breath from my lips.

“You pull any fucking tricks, I’m locking you in here until you starve,” I threatened and she widened her eyes, nodding her head and letting me grab her wrist. I looked around the corner and drug her down the hallway until we reached my bedroom, and I opened the door and threw her inside. I checked the corners of the hallways again before walking into my room and meeting with her. She was walking around my bed, investigating every fucking thing that I had on the dressers and in my closets. “What the hell are you doing?” I snapped, crossing my arms and startling her, making me bite my tongue so that I wouldn’t laugh at her. I shook my head and rid the feeling of laughter, pointing towards the bathroom, “The shower is in there.”

“I know it,” she said, nodding her head and standing there, just looking at me.

Fuck, she’s beautiful. “Well get in there!” I yelled at her, startling her again as she yelped and ran into the bathroom. I closed my eyes and balled my fists when I heard her lock the door. “No! You unlock this fucking door right now, Parson!” I grabbed the handle and shook it multiple times before punching the door over and over.

“I don’t want you to come in here, I’m naked,” she said and I couldn’t help the grin that spread across my face, making my lean my weight on the door with my arm and run a hand down my mouth. Seeing you naked wouldn’t be very healthy for the both of us, princess. “You being naked wouldn’t be the problem if I was in there, Parson,” I muttered to where she couldn’t hear me and I heard the shower turn on. I cleared my throat, and my pathetic mind imagined her naked, and I scowled at myself. She’s a special edition. You can’t touch her. Especially like that.

I punched the door again, but for a completely different reason and I laughed when I heard Parson yell, “If you don’t quit it! I’m never coming out of here!”

I then walked over to my bed and collapsed onto it, bringing my hands to my face and groaning. I couldn’t take any more of this. I have the most fucking beautiful woman in my sight almost every damned day, and I can’t even do anything about the lust that I have for her. I have told her that I wanted to kiss her, but by the expression on her face when I told her, she didn’t want the same thing that I did. Which is why I just left her alone after that. I mean, fuck. My lust for her is just this big ass vexation that gets on my nerves. I am so turned on every single time I’m around her and there’s not a single thing I can do about it.

When I realized it had been longer than an hour that I was laying there and that she was in the shower, I bored my teeth into my lip and sat up, running my hands over my hair and standing up. I walked over to the door and heard her singing a song, making me shake my head and smile. Even though she’s caught up in the bullshit web of life, though she is a part of it, she is still a woman who sings in the shower. I knocked on the door and she stopped singing, making me furrow my brows.

“Parson? It’s been an hour, you need to get out,” I told her, my tone more harsh than I wanted it to be.

“Can you not give me at least thirty more minutes?” she snapped at me and I blinked my eyes to make sure that I wasn’t dreaming, and to make sure I was fucking hearing her correctly.

“No,” I barked, shaking the door handle, “And this door is still fucking locked?” Now, I was getting pissed. “If you don’t get out of the shower and unlock this door, I’m going to break it down and drag you out of the shower by your ankles.” I heard her mock me like a child and I felt my blood boiling. Her rebellious attitude was hot as hell, but she had already pissed me off and I’m not fucking around anymore. “Parson!” I screamed, beating on the door while shaking the handle at the same time.

“Louis,” she sang my name and I fluttered my eyes closed, shaking my head and balling my fists. I took a step back and brought my foot up, kicking open the door and making her jump. “What the hell?”

I charged right up to her and nearly fell to my knees when I came upon her naked body. “Jesus, Parson,” I muttered, my voice hoarse and my eyes never leaving her features.

“Louis,” she mumbled, and I swallowed hard, my eyes finally meeting with her pale blue ones. There were so many scenarios going through my mind at that moment and I felt my bottom half growing hot with nerves and lust. “I need clothes,” she told me and I shuddered out a breath before closing my eyes and walking out of my bedroom.

I literally ran to her bedroom and grabbed her some warm clothes so that she wouldn’t be cold in her cell, and so that I couldn’t see any more of her skin without wanting to take her on my own bed. If I see her naked again… there’s a guarantee I’m not going to contain myself anymore.

“Louis,” Ed met me in the middle of the hallway and I stopped on my heels, nearly falling backwards from my sudden stop, “Jared wants to see you for dinner. Without your little tag along.”

Do what? Hold the fuck up. “My little tag along?” I asked, crossing my arms with Parson’s clothes hanging over my shoulder.

“Mate, we all know that she has to follow you around everywhere you go,” he said, walking the opposite direction he was heading.

“Wait a damned minute. Why the fuck is everyone calling her my tag along?” I growled, making him smile and jerk his chin towards me.

“I just told you,” he said, searching my face, “Are you alright? Do you need some water?”

“What?” I squinted my eyes and shook my head, “It’s whatever. I’ll fucking see you later, Ed,” I said before I took off running down the hallway and towards my bedroom. My tag along? What in the actual fuck? When I opened my bedroom door, all of my breath hitched in my throat when I saw Parson bent over and rubbing lotion on her legs. This woman is trying to make me grow hard from the inside out. “W-Where did you get that lotion?” I asked her and she jumped. Why is she getting so afraid of me when I say something?

“I found it in the bathroom with all of the soap and shower necessities,” she said, folding her arms over her small chest and blowing her wet hair out of her face.

“Fuck,” I grunted, tossing her the clothes on my shoulder and sprinting out of my bedroom. She would’ve taken it as a nice gesture for her to get dressed without me seeing, but I left the room because I didn’t want to pin her to the floor. I heard a light knock on the door, probably her telling me that she was dressed and ready to go back to her room. When I walked back into my bedroom, she was sitting on my bed, braiding her hair back beside her ear. After I composed myself and evened my breaths, I asked, “Are you ready to go back to your room now?” she looked up at me and I forced a smile when she stood up.

“Did you mean what you said to me before the dinner party? About… wanting to kiss me?” she asked and my back hit the door. I shook my head many times and she looked down. “I kind of figured. It’s a sinister world,” she said, replaying my words. Don’t say the next part. “Isn’t that what you said?” I nodded my head without looking at her and she whispered, “You have to kill to live.” I told you not to say it.

I drug my hands through my hair and walked up to her, taking her face in my hands and locking her thick lips with my own. I felt her body go limp under my mouth and I gripped her jaw line harder, making her wrap her arms around my neck and press her body up against my heated one. I have waited too-long of a damned month for this. Our aspirated bodies traveled to the wall as I pressed her contours up against it, running my hands down every one of her curves as I kissed every inch of her mouth. I swallowed her small whimpers as my fingers traced her hip bones, sending electricities through my body. Fuck.

“Louis,” she muttered, kissing my neck and making me go crazy. I stifled the movements of my hands to go any further up her shirt, and she slammed her head against the wall when I moved them closer to her bra. She leaned forward and kissed me again, but just before I could do anything else, she drug her hands down to my crotch and stopped. I hitched out a breath and she kissed me again, just before leaving the presence of the wall and escaping my room.

I was enjoying the thought of finally kissing her and finally touching her the way that I did, but then another thought crossed my mind―she was fucking escaping.

Notes

So... Louis' point of view!



Kal xx