Fix Me ( a One Direction Fanfic ) ***MAJOR EDITING IN PROGRESS***

Shes Obviously A Cheerleader

Charlotte POV

 So, I already know Im really retarded but I was so pissed when I woke up. Knowing I was gonna get shit from everyone and I just wanted to hide. Alone. But when I woke up, I laid eyes on beautiful blue green ones. 

 I just said Louis' eyes were beautiful. I wasnt liking this crush experience. He smiled softly at me, squeezing my sore hand.

 '' How're you feeling?'' he asked. I shrugged and sat up, attempting to take a deep breath and resulting in deep pain. I keeled over and started to cough, which only hurt more. So I just shut up and let my eyes water. Louis rubbed my back.

 '' Sorry.'' I murmured, avoiding his confused gaze.

 '' Why are you apoligizing? Its not your fault.'' he said and I let out a wry grin and shook my head.

 '' No, not that. Your shirt....it kind of got ripped apart. Literally.'' I said bluntly and I saw the shock on his voice. The malicious part of me was grinning inside. The crushworthy me was going ' awhh . I must get him a new one '. I turned my back on him and waited for a response as I rifled through the bag I had brought that was ironically in here already. 

 '' Are you okay?'' he said finally. I shrugged, letting out a sigh, which again made the front of my chest hurt. I made a face and pulled out some clean clothes. I tossed them in the bathroom on the toilet, and started the shower. I turned to face Louis in the doorway, who was looking at me sadly. 

 '' Im sorry too. I know you didnt want us to, but we should have gone anyway. Maybe you would be in better shape now if we had.'' he said standing and walking over, looking at my burned wrists. I bit my lip and looked up at him.

 '' Look, other than Kajsa and Gigi, your the only one I've really opened up too here and Im going to be honest. I wanted you to come. Somewhere I was hoping you would but I dont want you getting hurt. Any of you. Because of my dad either.'' I confessed softly. His eyes started to glaze over and I mentally slapped myself. Thats what happens when Im nice and soft. People cry. I just dont get it.

 Surprisingly though, his arms pulled me into him and he suffocated me in a bone crushing hug. I hugged back at first but then my chest really started to hurt so I shoved him a bit and he let go, blushing sheepishly. I just rolled my eyes and tried to hide my own blush. I pulled off my shirt and tossed it in my bag, and Louis froze, running me over.

 '' That bad?'' I asked, walking to my mirror to witness the horror that was my beat up body. Okay, so it was probably worse than I thought.

 I had deep bite marks on my shoulders and neck, ones I didnt feel, and the worst had to be where he had leaned all his weight on my hands. That would explain why it hurt so bad. There were two white indented handprint bruises on my ribs surronded by throbbing black and blue and purple. I probbed it and hissed in pain. Wow. That was worse than I thought. The steam from the still running shower was calming but it was gonna hurt like hell when I got in.

 Louis showed up behind me and looked at me through the mirror sadly. Before he could speak, I pushed him out.

 '' Imma shower. Bye.'' I said, slammed the door and finished undressing, stepping into the hot water. It did hurt, but I needed some more pain to make the other pain go away so I stood directly in the line of fire. I did shed a few tears. Okay not a few, a truckload. 

 Dont tell.

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 When I got out of the shower, my hair was damp, and I was in a long sleeved tee shirt, and gray sweats, my hair resting in wavy, curly damp stringlets surronding my face. I grabbed my glasses and stuck them on my face, actually missing the nerdy things.