He has my heart. L.s.

18

Today's Sunday and what we did yesterday is what we did today. Now we are on our way home it's seven pm. Eleanor in the front seat along with Louis, I'm in the back seat with Niall. Louis occasionally catches my glance in the rear view mirror.

The hum of the radio soothing making the quiet car not awkward. Niall keeps eyeing me watching me.
Suddenly my phone rings my Dad's contact appearing.

"Hello?" I say.

"I'm on my way home, boy you better be there when I get there!" He snaps.

"T'll try, I mean I'm like three hours away."

"You'll try? Oh you will try will you? Be there!" With that he hangs up the phone, I drop my phone in my lap wanting to just scream.

What his problem is is that he wants to control everything. My Mum, me. He has to have that sense of power, he beats me because he wants me to know he can. He wants to feel powerful, he wants to know he can control all.

***

We eventually drop Eleanor off, it's eight pm and it's no doubt in my mind that my Father is home waiting for me. I move to the front see leaving Niall in the back, he's next. I bite my lip waiting for someone to say something.

"So are you guys like together or something?" Niall asks.

"Well," Louis starts tapping his fingers on the steering wheel. "Yea, we are." He grabs my hand lacing our fingers with mine pulling our joint hands to his lap, resting them there. "But please don't tell anyone. If Zayn finds out-" Louis trails off.

"Hey mate, it's cool. My lips are sealed."

We drop Niall off and now it's my turn. Louis stops at a stop light he looks at me leaning over the consul kissing me, which I kiss back. Then he drives again.

"Does your Dad come home tonight?" He asks glancing at me.

"Yeah, he does. If I come to school with a black eye I need you to cover for me. Say I fell again or walked into something," I say playing with his fingers I take a deep breath. "I'm so sick of living here."

"Move out," Louis shrugs.

"Besides the fact that I'm sixteen, I can't leave Mum, she could get hurt and I just I can't do it," I explain.

"Well, like I said you ate welcome at the tommo home anytime," Louis says coming to a stop in front of my house. "Well here we are. Good luck."

"I'm going to need the luck of the Irish in order to survive this," I say unbuckling my seat belt.

"Pray to Niall then. He shall be your baby Jesus!" Louis says attempting to make me laugh, it works. I chuckle.

"There he is, he's watching us. Left window from the kitchen," I say. Louis looks at him.

"Well I was going to kiss you, but I won't.
Goodnight Harry, call me if you need anything."

"I'm sure I'll be fine," I lie. I get out grabbing my bags. I nervously walk up to the door, before I even reach the porch the door swings open. My Father stand his arms crossed he glares at me.

"Boy, I told you to be here when I got home!" He snaps. I flinch. He slams the door behind me I hear Louis car zoom off, not long after the force of Dad's fist pushes me against the wall. I cry out in pain.
"You're grounded! You went to the beach without my permission!" He gets in my face and slaps me pointing a large finger toward me. "You ask for my permission not your mother's and not your own!
Mine!" He snaps.

"Control freak," I mutter forgetting where I am for a moment.

"Excuse you?" Des asks sounding shocked.