Louis partridge imagines

Past

Louis partridge
Warning: swearing, mentions of sexual assault, mention of mental abuse, physical abuse ⚠️

(There might be a few grammar and spelling Errors sorry)

3rd POV:

Tears streaming down the girls face once again. Her heart beating rapidly, her breath unstable. Panic running through her vain as she sits up on the bed.

Her mind rushing with fear. How did this even happen? She thought to herself.

Y/n had a large past she didn't tell many people. She felt ashamed of who she was. Until she meet a silly boy, he pulled her out of her rough state.

Of course he didn't know it till now. As his rise of fam had found people wonder about his mysterious girlfriend. His fans may have digger to far into the girls past.

The question were endless between the two. Through the couple did try to make things private, people still caught on fast.

Laying on the bed peacefully, sleep begging to take her away. Take to another world without all the drama in her life. Louis's loud footsteps make her sit up to face him, he walks into their shared bedroom. Grabbing a sweatshirt and shoes "hey where you going" y/n asked sitting up more to talk to him.

He scoffs glancing over to her. "Just out with some friends, see ya"he mumbles quickly leaving the room.

As y/n trots after him "wa-" before she could finish the door was already slammed by Louis. She lets out a sigh looking around the dark apartment.

See he wasn't mad at her for no season, well. He was furious at the thought of what happened but he didn't know how to feel towards Y/n.

The fans had found the allegations of rape and mental abuse. Photos of her in court, fighting for her life to get justice. And she got it, her father went to prison for mental abuse. Then she got her rapist in jail.

At the time of all this she was almost 16. She basically lived on the streets, smocked, got yelled at and slept. One night at the hangout with a few of her friend, she made a mistake of going over and ended up passing out. A man took advantage of her at her state.

Days passed she stood at a river. Disgusted with herself, till. "Miss? Are you alright" a male voice said from behind. Putting down her cigarette she looks over to see a young boy.

"I'm fine" y/n mumbles not looking him in the eyes.

"Ar-are you sure?" He says coming closer.

She immediately stands up, backing away from the boy out of instinct. "I said I'm fine" she says walking away.

He rubs the back of his neck, letting out a sigh. "Really. Do you need help?" he calls out seeing the bruises that ran down her body, she ignores him walking away into the dark streets. "Good talk" he mumbles to himself letting out a sigh.

6 months pass

6 horrid months of dealing with police and hating herself. Crying 23 hours of the day, she was so fragile and broken.

Deciding to start taking care of herself, she pulls herself out of the messing bedroom. Pulling a pair of jeans and a sweater. Fixing her by straighten her then putting it in half up half down look.

Grabbing her bag then walks out the home. Sighing, trying to keep herself together as the cold London air hits her skin.

Starting to walk towards the bus, finally jumping on and paying. Walking towards the back, the bus was packed. All the people trying to find a seat and rushing to get on or off. Getting to the back there were no seats. Great, y/n thought to herself looking around awkwardly. "Here you can have my seat" a young boy says standing, our eyes meeting for a second.