Broken Then Fixed

Chapter 12

Louis~

As Alice laid on my shoulder with my arm wrapped around her waist, my heart began to ache at how comfortable she looked. This felt right. The feeling in my stomach, and the one in my heart.
Oh stop fooling yourself man, she's never gonna get you back. Especially after all of the shit she's suffered thanks to someone. (Me)

I sighed. I guess my damn brain is right. Of course my feelings have never stopped for her but its not like I can just go back to her. I want to. I really do but people are stopping me from doing it. From taking my Angel back..

And the fact that I can't do anything when guys are around her make me sick. I mean, why can't I be around her and make her feel special but others can?

And seeing Harry's arm around her and take her to a bathroom to do god- know's-what burst me into flames on the inside. The jealousy was so intense I could barely stand the sight, and Eleanor made it even worse by stopping to talk to them.

I just wish all of the fucked up mess I'm in right now would just disappear and I could go back to being with her. To hearing her cute 'I love you's' every morning and night, even if it is through a text or through a phone call.

But I can't go to those simpler times and only because of a mistake she made, but I don't blame her. She didn't know that bastard was a freaking drug dealer that could do anything to her if she didn't stay with him.

Of course she didn't stay, but that still didn't mean he'd try to hurt her new mate, which was me.

Her ex, Axel Land, was a drug lord and they met in China when he was smuggling some drugs from there to Tokyo. They aperantly hit it off well, and he introduced her into the money making business four months after. She thought it was a horrible thing to do, so she broke up with him.

Bad choice for me because... Ugh why tell it to myself if I can go back to it in memories?
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"Harry where's Alice?" I asked my cuddly best friend. He shrugged and continued to talk to a tall blonde.

I sighed and looked out but turned to him again. "Go find her Harry. Please?"

I sticker out my bottom lip and he laughed and left the blonde standing there. She pouted but then shrugged and looked at Niall who was standing alone, as usual. She smirked and began to walk towards him, swinging her hips for a better effect on the guys staring at her.

I laughed, and looked at the front door direction, seeing as it opened. The person that walked in made my blood turn cold and the world seem like a darker place.

Axel Land himself was here and he was staring directly at me. I shivered and began to run upstairs, freaking out of course. When I made it to my room I peeked and saw that... the fucker had to follow me. Great.

He slammed the room open which made me wince. He smirked and came up to me, pulling me in closer so I was staring right at his eyes. Oh god he's gay. Oh god. Oh god.

He smiled and leaned in, only to push me against my wall. Banging my head against it six times. He them threw me on the floor and kicked me twice. When he was done he picked me up by the collar of my shirt.

He laughed and pushed me on the bed.
"Listen here Tomlinson. For almost two years I've been a mess. Alice out there really fucked me up, you know? She took my heart like if it was a fucking shirt, used me, and then just threw me away when she was done with me! Do you know how that feels Tomlinson? To be heart broken by the woman you love and still do?"

I shaked my head and laughed, suddenly feeling way better, knowing he was still weak in emotions. I smirked and stood up on the bed, my elbows keeping me up.
"Alice didn't use you, you idiot. She left you because she thought you were a fucked up maniac who sells drugs to people who need help. Because she thinks that when you're angry, you remind her of the damn devil by swinging plates at her when she hasn't done anything wrong, then go and fuck her hard until she's sore. She literally would choose anyone over a... What's that horrible methapor you used to describe your relationship? Oh yeah, a shirt. She would never choose anyone over a shirt like you. You call that love? I call that sick in the head."