We Made It |L.T|

Chapter Four

Louis did eventually find a box of pads that were tucked away in a linen closet down the hall. That he long forgotten were in there. Must have been from his past romances or his sisters for when they stayed with him. But it was none of my business knowing why they were in the closet in the first place. Cause asking him about it seemed wrong and accusing. I also wanted to save myself from even more embarrassment. Having to ask him for help, for my female problem was enough to make my face turn red.

When I finally pulled myself back together from my embarrassing ordeal. I quietly walked out of the on suit bathroom to find Louis sitting on the bed with his head in his hands, Waiting patiently? He must of heard the door shut behind me. When he snapped his head up and looked over in my direction.

Allowing me to stare into his ocean blue eyes that had a hint of sparkles in them. "Baby, you alright?" He ask sweetly keeping his eyes on me. I stood there awkwardly, until I hesitantly walked over to him. The moment I was close enough to him was when he took the opportunity and grabbed my hips. To stand me in between his legs. "Headache? cramps? hungry? back hurt? Can I do anything for you?" He asked, his thumbs rubbing circles along my hip.

"I'm fine, just.....sleepy." I replied quietly having enough courage to place my hands on his shoulders. Though my answer wasn't the full truth. In fact it all was mostly a lie. I couldn't bring myself to tell him, that I was in pain and discomfort.

"Sleepy?" He said furrowing his brows a bit at my answer. "Did you not sleep well?" He was quick to ask, his eyes showing every bit of worry and care anyone probably would never see. "I got a few hours, but I'm usually sleepy when......." I paused, feeling uncomfortable about talking about my menstrual cycle. As my cheeks bloomed red.

"It's your time of the month?" Louis finished for me before he continued. "Darling, there's absolutely nothing you have to be embarrassed about. I grew up with five sisters. Nothing I'm not used to." He explained tenderly, while his hands rubbed up and down from my hip up to my waist.

My breath hitched as his hands were only rubbing in a sweet gesture. But I couldn't help but get sucked back into the life I once lived and still live threw my nightmares and blurry memories.

His hand gripped my hip as it slid up and down my sides. As his hips harshly met mine. While agony set in, tears sliding down my cheeks. My whimpers and squeaks of discomfort from his abuse. Goosebumps crawled along my skin as my lips quivered in agony.

I couldn't help but trembled underneath him. He took everything from me......

"Athens" Louis called out, from what I could only hear came from a distance. "Sweetie? You zoned out. What's wrong?" He asked again tilting my head towards him. So that I would comeback from my dazed thoughts. My vision that held back my tears could only form out an unfocused and blurry Louis. "Go on, Lovey you can cry if you want to." He spoke so softly with so much tender and love in his voice. I simply shook my head no, while lips quivered.

"Did I make you uncomfortable?" He asked quietly. I nodded my head up and down slowly, not wanting to anger him. I know I'm pathetic who can keep her emotions to herself. Who always seems to get attention from others. In other words Louis' attention. But I can't help it. It's a sensitive topic and the wounds are still fresh and bloody. I never asked for him to be so tender and thoughtful. Understanding and nice.

"Can you please tell me what I did? So, I don't make the same mistake twice?" He whispered gently, his hands capturing mine so he could intertwine or fingers. "I won't get mad or angry or even offended, I promise." He reassured me, seeing the hesitation and worry in my body language.

"I-I didn't like..." I paused mid-sentence, to look into his eyes to find any emotions of anger or frustration. But couldn't find anything only worry and a sense of softness. "Didn't like what? Athens, you can tell me." He assured me again rubbing my sides.