Logan's POV
I arrived home minutes later, my face wet with tears, my eyes red and puffy.
My phone began to ring repeatedly, I pulled it out from my clutch, looking at the caller ID.
Louis.
I tapped answer quickly, placing the speaker to my ear.
"Logan..? Where are you?" He asked, the music could easily be heard in the background.
"I'm.. I.. I'm home.." I replied, sitting up and hugging my legs, the tears continually streaming out.
"Oh.. Do you.. Want me to.. Umm... Do you need a friend right now?" He asked, the sound of the music subsiding.
I sniffled lightly, drying the tears with the back of my hand.
"I-I do you mind coming over..?" I asked, I heard him mumble something, the sound of the car door opening and closing echoing in the background.
"Where do you live love..?" He asked, the engine of his car revving.
"16383 Chapleman. I'm right around the corner.." I whispered before turning off my phone.
I buried my face into the pillow, my mascara smudging on to the white fabric.
Minutes later I heard the doorbell ring. I walked down the stairs, cleaning the makeup from my face.
I turned the handle, opening the door and peeking from the crack.
"You alright..?" Louis mumbled, his hand shoved into his pockets.
I opened the door hesitantly, inviting him in and guiding him into my room.
"I-I'm sorry I.. I ruined your first party here.. I-I just.. I'm sorry." I whispered, looking down at my lap.
I felt his fingers lift up my chin, our eyes meeting immediately, their mesmerizing color peering into mine.
"What happened..?" He asked me, a concerned look plastered on his face. His defined features softening with his words.
I shook my head vigorously, the tears clinging onto my lashes. My heart thumping against my chest.
"Tell me.." He cooed, his voice calm and soft.
"Harry.. He.." I couldn't find the strength to say those few simple words.
It was as if something was provoking me from speaking, a lump formed in my throat, my breath hitching as I remembered the past experience at one of the parties Zayn had held.
"What did he do?" Louis asked, his voice now firm by the mention of Harry's name.
"I- he.. He kissed me.. He lied to me.. He took advantage of the moment.." I whispered, shoving my face into my palms.
"There's something more to this.. What happened before..?"
I didn't want to say it, but I felt as if Louis was the only one I trusted.
A deep sob escaped my lips, the painful remembrance breaking my heart. My hands shook as I found the courage to speak, my bottom lip quivering as the words escaped my mouth.
"His friends... They raped me.."
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A Little Bit of Love Hate
Fanfiction"Wait!" Harry called, following after me, his hand grabbing mine. "Why?!" I questioned, my voice rising with frustration. A puzzled look etched into his features, his green eyes narrowing with question. "What do you mean..?" He asked, his voice ras...
