Louis partridge imagines

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Louis partridge
Warning: sexual assault, swearing

Y/n POV:

"and you know it's like she doesn't even actually cares about us. She was literally yelling at us the whole class. I mean maybe there is something going on in her life that we don't know about. Oh my god do you think she's having like a an affair with someone. That would be really interesting" my best friends Kat rambles on. Something about her English teacher yelling at the class while we sit under a tree during lunch.

"that would be interesting" I laugh at her amusement. I take a look at the field. We've been at lunch for about 10 minutes now and I couldn't help but feel eyes on me.

I shrug it off while taking a sip of my water. Minutes goes by as I take another glance around the school yard. Till I meet eyes with a familiar brown eyes. Louis partridge. Complete school heartthrob. One of the most popular boys in school.

I scowl at him as he turns his head back to his friends. what could he possible want. I thought to myself rolling my eyes back to Kat.

The bell rings interrupting me and Kats conversation. We both sigh, packing up our bags and walking back to the building. "Did you finish the art homework?" Kat ask suddenly walking to our Art class.

I panic for a second "we had homework?" I asked worried.

(Time skip)

Walking into my last class of the day, French, falling down in my seat. As the teacher is talking I feel another set on eyes in my direction. I sigh annoyed looking in the corner of the classroom meeting the same pair of eyes from earlier. Why is he staring at me? I question turning my head back to the paper in front of me.

I didn't like Louis staring me. It felt weird. Plus I don't like the sudden attention.

After the class I am glad to be going home. I walk through the door way, heading to my locker. I place my books in then almost slamming it shut. "Woah there" a voice spoke next to me.

I turn my head an squint my eye at the person Ian. He's a total perv. Obsesses over himself all day and night. "what do you want" I ask.

"Do you maybe wanna hangout" he spoke thirsty. I roll my eyes at him.

"No" I said blankly.

He raps his arms around my waist causing me freeze slightly. "Come on we could you ya know" he whisper in my ear pushing me against the locker.

"Stop" I say trying to get his arm off me.

"ohh whyyy" he spoke sliding his hand down to my butt.

" stop stop stop please" I say trying to push his off but he was to strong. "stop stop" tears start to form in my eyes.

"hey get off her" a deep voice spoke from a far.

Ian smirks learning in for a kiss. I turn my head trying to stop him but it doesn't work. I let my tears fall as my breathing becomes heavy.

Mad footsteps become louder. Than a sound of punch across Ian's face.

I slide down the locker wall letting my tears fall. I look up for a second and see Louis on top of Ian. Punching him and yelling at him. A minute goes by and Louis is still through punches.