Summer Love (Zayn Malik Fanfiction)

Chapter 4~ I Hate You

Chapter 4~ I Hate You

Liberty’s Point Of View

                Five words kept ringing and repeating themselves in my head. I hate you Louis Tomlinson. I hate him more than I hate caramel, and the smell of cinnamon, yuck. But, not worse than broccoli. Yes, I don’t like those things. Don’t hate. My thoughts were interrupted as I heard the door creaking, signalizing that someone was coming in. Who would be coming in here? I barely know any of the boys… I thought. I bring my head up a little from my comfortable laying position to see who it is. I see the person that I just wanted to see. Note the sarcasm.

                “What are you doing in here?” I snap. I wait for him to answer, tapping my fingers against my lay impatiently. When I just look back up at Louis, he just smirks. “I think you know what I want. At least you’re good for one thing” Louis says while taking a step towards me. My eyes widen in fear, and I was about to scream when Louis’ enormous hand covered my mouth. I swear, it’s so big that I think a basketball can fit in it. Ok, maybe I was exaggerating. But, I have a right to. Ugh, stupid ADHD, back to topic. “Shh, Liberty. Don’t scream. It will just be worse for you. But, who knows, maybe you’ll enjoy what I’m about to do to you.” Louis says with an intimidating whisper.  He then climbs on top of me, and begins to straddle me. My heart’s racing, and so is my pulse, but not in a good way. Not in the love struck way that you feel nervous around someone because you like them. No, this is in the fear kind of way. I was frozen in spot, I didn’t know what to so. As you can tell, I’m not the best in these kinds of situations. Louis then began kissing and sucking on my neck. I know what you’re thinking, why don’t I do anything, why aren’t I screaming, what kind of shampoo do I use? Well, I don’t do anything because I know that if I scream, Louis will just make it worse on me, and I am a defenseless munchkin compared to Louis.

                I was “saved by the bell,” or should I say “saved by the curly haired kid who just decided to pay me a visit.” “Liberty?” said a deep, raspy British accent that I recognized as Harry’s asked. I was about to speak, when Louis immediately jumped off of me and lay down in the empty spot next to me. I let out a breath that I didn’t know I was holding in. Harry poked his head inside my room. “Louis? What are you doing in here?”  Harry asked Louis as he took a step inside my room. Well, sure Harry you can absolutely come inside my room without asking, and you have oh so many manners I thought to myself. I answered before Louis could reply. “We were just apologizing to each other. You just interrupted Louis’ apology. You may continue with your apology, Louis.” I said with a small smirk while turning to Louis and sitting up on my bed. Louis looked at me with a glare when Harry wasn’t looking, and he started off, “Liberty, I’m sorry I was being such a dick to you. After my breakup with Eleanor, I just wasn’t myself lately. But, you still kind of deserved it after what you did to me in grade school.” Louis said with an apologetic smile, which I knew was fake. That boy could be an actor. I wouldn’t go to any of his shows of course. Good for you Liberty, good for you. I smiled a real one because I could get that out of Louis. We stayed in an awkward silence for a while, until I stopped it. “Well, Louis was just leaving anyways. Isn’t that right Louis?”

                “Yeah, I was just leaving. But I still have to tell Liberty something. Harry, do you mind?” Louis glanced at Harry. Harry just nodded, and left the room and out into the hallway. Thanks for being my hero, Harry. -.- I looked at Louis questionably, right before he grabbed a handful of my hair and yanked it. I whimpered slightly, because of the sudden force, and because it hurt really bad. But, you learn how to hide pain after a certain amount of years. “Whatever I just did to you, never happened, got it?” Louis said through gritted teeth as he took one last yank of my hair and left the room with a victorious smirk.