Why not? A Louis Tomlinson fanfic INDEFINITE HIATUS

Chapter 5

Humility is not thinking less of yourself, it's thinking of yourself less.

C S Lewis

*Hannah's POV*

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I watched as the trees flew by the window. I'm currently on my way to the airport where from there, I'd be going to London. London. One place that I've always wanted to go. I would be excited, but my mind kept replaying what had happened just a few hours ago. 

--Flashback--

Louis, could you please wait outside, I need to talk to my daughter." He nodded and looked at me mouthing 'I'll be right back.' I nooded. He left and my mom slammed the door. She rounded on me, fury in her eyes. I gulped and quickly pressed a button, activating my secret recorder in my room. "You little bitch!" I stared at her agast. That escalated quickly. "You little bitch!" She started advancing on me and I crawled backwards, sadly running into a wall. She strutted over to me and pulled me up by the hair. "You think that I don't know." I gulped.

"Know...know what?

"I saw what you did. I saw what you did with that...that BOY!!!" I stared at her.

"I didnt do anything with that boy, and for the record, that 'boy' has a name, and his name is Louis." That earned me a slap across the face. 

" I dont care what his name is, I just know he's a cunt."

"MOM!!! YOU DONT EVEN KNOW HIM!!!" She shoved me against the wall and my head slammed on the hard surface. I felt the deamon pick me up and start punching and slapping me endlessly. "YOU FREAKING SLUT!!! YOU ARE A WORTHLESS OBJECT! YOU DONT DO ANYTHING HELPFUL, YOURE STUPID, YOURE SUCH A WHORE!!!!!!" She started kicking me in the stomach and pulling my hair. She slammed me into the window and the glass shattered, the small bits piercing my skin. I lay on the ground, sobbing. I heard her come over and whisper, "Get up whore and clean up. We're not done." On that note, she barged out of my room. I heard the door slam and then reopen. I cringed, waitiing for the blow, but it never came.

"Hannah?" I looked up to see Louis, shock all over his face.

--Flashback ends--

I hadnt realized I had been crying until Louis held my hand and pulled me close. I buried my head in his chest, inhaling his scent. 

"You alright?" I nodded not looking in his eyes. "Hannah," I raised my eyes, meeting his blue ones. "You dont have to lie. I can see it in your eyes." I looked at him tears in my eyes. He pulled me closer and I colosed my eyes, a tear falling. He rubbed my back and sang Concrete Angel.

She walks to school with the lunch she packed 

Nobody knows what she's holding back; 

Wearing the same dress she wore yesterday, 

She hides the bruises with linen and lace 

Oh 

The teacher wonders but she doesn't ask, 

It's hard to see the pain behind the mask; 

Bearing the burden of a secret storm, 

Sometimes she wishes she was never born; 

Through the wind and the rain, 

She stands hard as a stone in a world that she can't rise above; 

But her dreams give her wings and she flies to a place where she's loved. 

Concrete Angel 

Somebody cries in the middle of the night, 

The neighbors hear but they turn out the light; 

A fragile soul caught in the hands of fate, 

When morning comes it will be too late. 

Through the wind and the rain, 

She stands hard as a stone in a world that she can't rise above; 

But her dreams give her wings and she flies to a place where she's loved. 

Concrete Angel 

A statue stands in a shaded place, 

An angel girl with an upturned face; 

Her name is written on a polished rock, 

A broken heart that the world forgot. 

Through the wind and the rain, 

She stands hard as a stone in a world that she can't rise above; 

But her dreams give her wings and she flies to a place where she's loved. 

Concrete Angel

I was crying full out now. Louis kept comforting me, even though his shirt was soaked. Slowly, I cried myself to sleep.

*Louis POV*

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I hated seeing her like this. I can't imagine what she went through. I felt her breathing level out. I looked down at her and saw that she had fallen asleep. I smiled and watched her. 

"Louis, why?" I looked up to see Harry looking at Hannah with concerned eyes. 

"Honestly Harry, I don't know. She's strong. She'll make it through, and I'll help." I looked up as the boys nodded in agreement. We'll stay strong with her. I'll stay strong, for her.