Waiting for Superman - Louis Tomlinson

Chapter 11

*Louis' POV*

"What?!" Niall asked confused as I stared at the ground in shock.

"I love her..." I muttered again as I shook my head.

"You love Mary?! Louis! You've only known her for a few months! You've only been on one date! What makes you think that you love her?!" Niall asked confused as I rand a hand through my hair.

"I care for her, Niall. I want to protect her, and I don't exactly know how to tell. But if I just said that I love Mary without even hesitating.....I think I do love her." I shook my head.

"Louis, you're probably still tired. Just go get ready, we're going to walk around for our break today. The first show is later tonight." Niall said patting me on the back.

"Fine, Niall, but I'm still asking her to be my girlfriend today...." I said before I left the tv room and went to get ready.

*Mary's POV*

"Hey Li! Liam! Liiiiiaaaaammmm!!!" I shouted as I climbed on Liam's back like a Koala.

Liam was groaning from annoyance as I kept giggling in his ear.

"What Mary?!" Liam finally answered.

"Nothing!" I shrugged as I clung to him trying not to fall off.

He was sort of like another brother to me in a way aside from Niall.

"Maybe leaving you in Mullinger would've been a better idea..." He groaned as he shook his head.

"Look! Liam has a baby Koala attached to him! How cute!" Zayn said mockingly as I giggled while Liam tried to pry me off.

"I'm not a baby! I'm 95 pounds of fury!!!" I protested as I put my hands over Liam's face so he couldn't see.

"That explains why your so light..." Liam groaned as he pried one of my hands off of his eyes.

"Yes, it does." I said nodding.

"Isn't that unhealthy for your age?" I heard Louis ask when he came into the room.

"Louis!" I squealed as I climbed off of Liam and attached myself to Louis. "And yes, but to be honest, I wasn't getting fed properly, because of my bastard of a dad..." I said angrily as Louis just ignored my Koala like form I had on him.

"So, you're basically anorexic?" Harry asked.

"Not by choice! But I'm done talking about this. I want to get off of this bus!!" I groaned as I finally adjusted myself on Louis' back so he could grab onto my legs.

"Mary, you're wearing a skirt..." Niall said laughing as I wrapped my arms around Louis' neck.

"So? You guys are bound to see my pants (underwear. She's british too) at some point." I shrugged as we walked off of the bus, the guys laughing at my careless comment.

"Your skirt is really short..." Niall stated as I messed with Louis' hair.

"Eh....I've actually worn shorter dresses believe it or not..." I said giggling as Louis moved his head trying to get me to stop.

"You know that since we're on a tour, they're bound to be paps everywhere..." Zayn said as we continued to walk to a sidewalk that was by where the bus was parked.

"Paps?" I asked confused.

"Paparazzi. They're eventually going to find us..." Niall stated making me frown.

"Shit. I didn't know that coming with you guys meant being constantly followed or tracked..." I said taking my sunglasses out of my shirt and putting them on.

"Sorry..." Niall said laughing a little.

"You two might want to be careful....." I heard Liam say as he pointed to me and Louis.

I raised an eyebrow then looked at Louis.

"Why?" I shrugged.

"If the paps get pictures of you two acting all cute around each other, then rumors are going to spread everywhere on social media." Zayn explained making me frown.

"So what if they spread rumors about us? I like Louis, and he likes me. It's technically not a rumor if it's true..." I said shaking my head.

"Mary, you don't understand, when the fans find out, there is going to be so much hate. It'll only make things worse for you." Niall told me as we stopped in the middle of the huge parking lot that we were still in.

 I jumped off of Louis' back then stood there with my arms crossed as I looked at all of the boys angrily.

"If I can put up with my father's abuse for twelve years then I can put up with a little bit of hate. You don't think I've had to put up with plenty of hate for being a famous youtuber?! It just adds to all of this shit I've been through for almost my entire life. My life is final getting better, but hey! Let's ruin the severely depressed girls life some more. Maybe she'll kill herself this time!" I said angrily as my eyes filled with fire. "I don't care if the paparazzi get pictures of me and Louis together! You know what? I'll give them something to spread a rumor about." I said shrugging before I turned to Louis and pressed my lips to his making the boys look at me in shock.

Louis put his hands on my lower back when I finally pulled away.

"What the hell just happened?!" Zayn asked confused as he and the other four looked at me shocked.

 Louis just stood there in a daze as he tried to get back to normal.

"There is their picture. Worth a rumor or two don't you think?!" I asked angrily before I stormed back to the bus.

When I got back inside, I locked myself in the bathroom and started digging through one of the cabinets. I pulled out my makeup bag and dug around until I found what I was looking for. My blade. I kept my tears from falling as I began to make cuts on my already scarred arms. When I heard a panicked knock on the door, I began to laugh like some mental person as I kept putting cuts in my arm.

"Mary!!! Let me in!!! Please!!" I heard Louis yell from the locked door.

 I stood there staring at my bloody arms not bothering to unlock the door.

"I'm not worth saving, Louis!" I said laughing again. "Seeing the blood and feeling the pain helps me to an extent that you will never understand." I said before putting a few more cuts in my wrist.

"Stop it, Mary!! You're not helping yourself!!" He yelled again as he messed with the door knob trying to unlock it.

"I need to see the blood. It makes me happy. I need it. I need the pain!!" I shouted putting one more cut in my arm.

 I saw the blood running down my arms before I passed out and everything went black.

*Louis' POV*

I finally got the door unlocked and saw Mary laying on the floor unconscious. I shook my head and tears began to fill my eyes as I cradled Mary in my arms. I noticed how bloody her arms were. She was mentally ill. She said that seeing the blood makes her happy. She really was broken. I thought I had fixed her.

"M-Mary......my sweet Mary...." I whispered as I took a wet rag and began to wipe off all of the blood on her arms.

All of the boys just stood there with sad looks on their faces as they watched me cradle my bloody depressed love in my arms. I rocked her back and forth as I whispered different things into her ear.

 "I love you. More than you could ever know...."