Kill Me (Dark One Direction FanFic)

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Scarlett's POV

I lay my head down own Louis' chest, tracing my fingers over the several tattoos on his arms. "How many tattoos do you have, Lou?" I ask. "Good question, babe." He says and I giggle lightly. "Will you ever stop getting tattoos?" I ask him another question, using my innocent voice.

Oh, but we all know I am not innocent.

I'm not officially a member of Louis' gang, but I am always with them.

I don't do the stuff they do. I don't smoke crack, and I (obviously) don't fuck whores all day, but whether I do it or not, I witness it. All the time. It's perfectly normal to me.

I'm the only girl in the group, or the only one who hangs out with them. Me being Louis' girlfriend, I like to make sure he doesn't go around fucking whores.

But either way, he likes me being there, so I stay.

Louis leads a gang that happens to be hated by another gang, lead by Harry Styles... I think that's his name.

"No, I honestly don't think I will." He says, pulling his fingers through my dark, red hair. "But don't you think you'll regret them?" I ask as I continue tracing the dark ink on his skin. "I don't know, that's something to worry about later, I believe you hipsters call it 'Carpe Diem.'" He says and I giggle, "I am not a hipster." I say. "Whatever..." He says, turning his attention to the television.

About that time his phone goes off in his pocket, making me jump. He pulls it out and accepts the call. "Hello?" He says into the phone. I heard a mans voice on the other end, but can't tell what he says. "Yeah that's fine." Louis says. The mans voice comes through again. "Okay, see you then." He says just before hanging up the phone. 

"Who was that?" I say. "The boys, they want me to meet them at the usual place, and you're coming with me." He says. "Oh my God, really?" I ask. "Mhmm," he says, nodding his head. "Let's go then." "But I don't have a hoodie and I don't wanna get one." I say, using my 'innocent' voice. This trick always works on him. He sighs, "Here." He says, slipping his hoodie off and handing it to me. "Yay!" I say, grabbing it and putting it on. It comes down to just above my knees and smells like Louis, that's why I love wearing his clothes. "Thank you." I say, pulling him in for a side hug.

Louis is 23, and I'm only 19. My parents hated the fact I was dating someone like him. With all the tattoos and peircings. But me and Louis love each other, so we left them. We ran away and left them. And one day I'll show thim that it doesn't matter if he has tattoos or peircings, he's loving and caring. And I love him. 

We hop in his car and we're on our way to the warehouse where they always meet. It's actually a lot colder than I thought it was. "Louis, do you need your hoodie back? It's really cold." I say. "No, babe, I'm fine." He says, continuing on down the road. "But you only have on a short sleeve t-shirt. I at least have on a long sleeved one." I say. "Babe, I'm fine. I promise." He says. "Okay... just tell me if you need it." "Mhmm." 

It took us about a half an hour to get there. I hop out and Louis follows, and we go inside. "Hey Scarlett." Zayn says. "Hey, Zayn." I say back.

Louis' gang isn't huge, but he has a few friends. There's Zayn, Liam, Niall, The Brooks Brothers, also known as Luke, Jai, and Beau. Then there's Daniel, or Skip, and James.

Luke runs up and grabs me in his arms, twirling me around. "Luuuuuuuke, put me down." I demand. He sets me down and Louis pulls me into him, giving Luke a glare. Luke has always been... foward. But we love him... I guess. Louis sits down on one of the couches we have there and I sit in his lap. "Uhh, Scarlett, that jacket's a bit big on you don't you think?" Beau asks me. "It's Louis'." I say. He nods. "So what are we here for?" Louis asks, I can tell he wants to get back to the house. "We have a... problem." Beau says. "And that would be...?" Louis asks, awaiting an answer. "It's Harry. He found out about Scarlett." Beau says, covering his face in suspens of what Louis' reaction will be. Louis grip on me tightens and I move and sit beside him, inbetween him and Jai. I wrap my hands around his waist and he does the same, holding onto me tightly.

If you couldn't figure it out, Harry didn't know me, or who I was, or that I was dating Louis. Louis says it's for my own safety. But now he knows, which means he's coming for me. He wants everything that belongs to Louis and his gang, he wants to break them. He wants to break Louis. And I can not let that happen.

"Lou, what happens now?" I ask, the fear evident in my voice. "We protect you." Louis says, looking at me. He moves his eyes up to the rest of the boys, "No matter what, she comes first." He says and all the boys nod. By now I have a death grip on him, and I'm on the verge of tears. "Louis... Please, Louis." I'm sobbing now. I honestly don't know what I'm begging for, I just don't want Louis hurt. "Shh, Scarlett, it's okay." He says, comforting me.

"We have to leave. Now." Louis says, "we can go to that house. It's our best bet." He stands up, and tells me to follow, but I don't, I just sit there and let silent sobs rack through my body. I feel him pick me princess-style and take me to the car, he lays me in the back and Zayn rides up front, while Luke sits in the back and let's me rest my head on his lap. I continue crying all the way back to our house. "Scarlett, c'mon, let's go get packed." Louis says. I barely manage to get out of the car and in the house to get packed. I grab a duffel bag and pack some clothes and underwear and bras and such. I reach in one Louis' drawers and pull out a pair of his sweatpants and a t-shirt and hold them up, "Louis, can I have these?" I ask. He nods and I throw them in my bag. I grab some shoes and then run into the bathroom and pack tooth paste,  tooth brushes, hair brushes, etc.

"Okay, Lou, I'm ready." I say. "Mhmm," He mumbles, pulling me to him. He hugged me tightly while I did exactly the same except I was crying into his chest. If you didn't notice, I'm a LOT shorter than Louis.

"We have to go!" Zayn yells from downstairs. "C'mon, babe." Louis says, grabbing both our bags. I quietly follow him downstairs, crying the entire time. We get down there and Luke and Zayn are in the kitchen waiting on us. Luke sees me crying and grabs me, pulling me into a hug. I hug back and cry into his chest, I'm also a lot shorter than Luke. "Alright guys, airport, here we come." Zayn says. "W-what?" I ask. "Yeah, we're flying to Cali, we have a house there, well, a mansion." He says. "But we're in London, that means we have, like, an 11 hour flight." I say, wiping my eyes. "Yep. On our private jet though." Louis says and I nod. We walk out to the car and get in.

California, here I come.