What Makes You Beautiful (Louis Tomlinson)

Chapter 9

Lily

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As soon as I unlock the bathroom door, really to leave, someone pushes it back on me. I stumble backwards and cringe as I hit the counter. Kegan is standing in the bathroom with me now. "Kegan?!" I say, shocked. He steps closer to me, pushing me farther onto the counter. "You're really pretty Lily." he tells me. His breath washes over my face and I can smell the alcohol. He pushes hair away from my face and grabs my jaw in his hands. "Ke-Kegan you're drunk." I stutter. "I would totally shag you." he whispers hardly in my ear. He rolls his hips into mine. "Help!" I shout, hoping someone can hear me. "Hel-" Kegan places his hand on my mouth. "Shut up!" he shouts at me. He leans his face closer to mine and starts to kiss my neck over his hand, which is still covering my mouth. My protests are muffled by his palm. I try to connect my knee to his crotch but he is pressed to me fully.

Suddenly the bathroom door bursts open. Someone grabs Kegan off of me, catching him off guard. He falls on his back, hitting the ground with a loud thud. "Lily!" I can finally focus on who it is. "Louis!" I shout, running to him. He wraps me in his arms, as Kegan continues to groan out of pain on the floor. Louis leads us away from the bathroom.

"Shh. Shh." Louis says soothingly, stroking my hair. I was almost hyperventilating. We make it to the kitchen. Tyler walks in through the back door. "What happened?!" he says, running over to us. Matt and several others come in the house too. "Lily are you alright!?" Sarah asks, coming closer. Louis still has ahold of me. "Kegan is drunk. He just scared me." I tell them quietly. Tyler, Matt, and a bunch of the other football players go to investigate where Kegan is moaning down the hallway. Commotion is heard as the boys try to get him out of the bathroom. Once Kegan is up, he runs out of the house. Matt tried to follow him.

"I can take you guys home." Sarah offers, looking at me and Louis. "That would be good." Louis says to her. Louis keeps me close to him, holding my hand as we walk to Sarah's car. We all pile in. Louis sits in the backseat with me. We ride in silence for a few minutes before Sarah speaks. "He's not normally like that. I don't know what has been up with him lately." she says quietly. Louis and I just stay silent, until I give her directions to the right street. "It's the third one on the right." I tell her. She pulls into my driveway, parking the car. "Thanks Sarah. She smiles. "We should totally hang out sometime!" she says. I laugh and get out of the car.

Louis follows me to the front door. "Lil I hope-" "Thank you Lou." I say, accidentally cutting him off. I attack him in a hug, fisting the back of his t-shirt. He holds me tight to him. "I'm so sorry." he whispers. I shake my head on his chest. "If it wasn't for you, I don't know what would've happened." I tell him. "I would never let anything happen to you." he says softly. He kisses my cheek before finally breaking the hug. I walk to my front door, turning to wave as he takes a few steps backwards. "Come to dinner at my house tomorrow." he says suddenly. I smile at him. "Really?" I ask. He grins. "Defiantly!" he answers. I laugh. "I will text you." I tell him. "Night Lil." he says in a sing song voice. "Night Lou." I reply, finally opening my front door. Before I close it I hear Sarah talk to Louis from her window. "You totally should have kissed her!" she shouts. Her comment is followed by Louis' adorable laughter.

I shut the door quietly, pressing my forehead to the wood. I let out a deep breath. "Have fun?" my dad suddenly asks from behind, making me jump. "Ah! Dad! You frightened me!" I yelp, turning to face him. He laughs. "How was the bonfire?" he asks me. I sigh. "Typical. Until some drunk football player tried to make a move on me in the bathroom. But before you freak out, Louis saved me. It was okay." I tell him. His eyes widen at my words. "What?!" he shouts. I walk up to him, placing my hands on his shoulders. "I'm fine dad." I tell him, quickly pecking his cheek.

I start running up the stairs. "Be down in a sec. I'm gonna change. Aren't Chelsea and Porto playing?" I call down to him. He scoffs at me. "Amazing how quickly you have become a fan." he tells me, his voice fading as he goes back to the tv. "It's all because of you daddy!" I playfully shout down at him. I run to my room stripping off my clothes and replacing them with shorts and a sweatshirt. I take my phone with me and run back down stairs. I push myself over the back of the couch, landing beside my dad. He looks over at me. "How many times have I told you NOT to do that?" he asks me. I laugh. "A lot." I reply. I look up at the game. Portugal is winning by two.