Broken

Chapter 1 - Just Drop It

Hello, I'm Louis Tomlinson. I am 21 years old and I live with my best friend Harry Styles. I am 1/5 of a band called One Direction, you may have heard of us. You may like us, you may not. If you do, I am grateful. If you don't, well, what can I do about that? Nothing.

I have a wonderful girlfriend named Eleanor Calder. She is the best thing that has ever happened to me. She is the air that I breathe, and love of my life. You may think what I say is cheesy and foolish, but it is all true. I love her with all my being.

I didn't always feel this way though. At one point, in fact, I hated this girl. I loathed this girl. I spent every single minute of my existence making her life miserable. But I regret that now. I really do. Only now do I realize how terrible I made her feel. Only now do I realize the pain I put her through.

You know she almost killed herself because of me?

She reminds me everyday that it wasn't entirely my fault; that her boyfriend, James, was to blame. But I don't buy it. He's dead and gone now, so he can't hurt her ever again. Mind you, I thought this once and it came back to bite me in the ass. My Eleanor was almost taken from me because of my care free nature. And it sure as hell won't happen again.

I'm sorry, this topic makes me quite bitter. Excuse my cursing.

Would you like to hear the story? Would you like to hear how my beloved Eleanor and I came to be?

Well, alright. I'll tell you.

Louis' POV (3 years ago)

"Just drop it Louis, it's not like you care anyway." Eleanor Calder muttered and hurried down the hall, trying her best not to run into the on coming wave of high-school students.

I, Louis Tomlinson, let out an exasperated sign and ran after her. I hate this. I hate that I was beginning to discover feelings for the girl I was sure I hated. I hate it even more because I was sure I was in love with my girlfriend, Taylor. I mean, just yesterday I had been planning the prank of the semester, Eleanor being my prime victim. That is, until I found James, Eleanor's boyfriend, punching and slapping her on my way home from school. It took all of my power not to run up to that jerk and kick his ass.

Now I'm trying to talk to her about it; and Eleanor, being a typical stubborn girl, is refusing to talk to me. I can tell by the look in her eyes that she's hurting inside. I don't usually notice these things, but with her, it's painfully obvious. It makes me want to sweep her into a giant hug and protect her from everything that's hurting her. Very few people have that effect on me, only four in fact. Taylor, my best friend Harry Styles, my mother, and now apparently Eleanor.

I watched as she stopped at her locker and shoved her books in. The halls were nearly empty, with a few stragglers here and there. Eleanor and I have a free period now, giving me the perfect chance to ask her about her boyfriend. If you can even call him that. In my opinion, if he doesn't treat you properly you should dump him. Especially if he beats you. That's wrong on so many different levels. No body should have to put up with that.

"I do care you know," I murmur as I lean against the neighboring locker, "It's not right. What he does to you is not right."

Her eyes glare up at me, her lips pressed into a thin line, "It's none of your business what he does to me. I'm happy, that's all that matters."

Her voice cracks at the end and she knows she's been caught. I know that she's stuck in an unhappy situation, she knows that too.

"Eleanor, just dump him, nobody is worth that much pain."

Her sad eyes harden once again, "Louis!" she snaps, "Just drop it! Leave me alone!"

I can only watch in shock as she slams her locker closed and runs down the hall. Why can't she just dump him? It's not like she's happy with him, it's not like he's a nice person. He's a complete you know what.