He's taken, I'm broken (Louis Tomlinson)

Chapter 15

My heart was racing away. Tears of some un known emotion were streaming down my face. Why the hell did Louis have to show up? Why did he look at me that way? Like i'd killed, destroyed everything he had. I ran blindly, frustratedly wiping the streaks off my face. I was going In some unknown direction.

It had begun raining, scattered drops first and then some sort of storm. Wind howled in my ears, whipped my hair back and forth and seemed to be trying to undress me.

I was running fast now. The scenery became a mix of colours, like some artists palette.

"Lauren. LAUREN!"

Louis' voice. He was panting. Chasing after me.

I willed my half frozen legs to move faster. I didn't want to hear more of his taunts. That hurt. Bad.

But my feet were frozen on the spot. "Lauren," Louis whispered. He had caught up to me. His hands rested on my shoulders. I roughly brushed them away. Even though they seemed to belong there.

He put them on my waist and made me turn around. I kept my eyes away from him. I didn't want to look at him. He put his hand under my chin and made me look up at him.

His hair was matted, water trickled down his face and his white shirt had stuck, transparent to his body. His eyes were filled with some emotion I couldn't figure out.

"Leave me alone." I said through gritted teeth.

"Lauren. It's raining you have to come in. You'll get sick." He said and as if on cue I shivered as a wind blew past me. I wrapped my arms around me, trying to warm myself a little. My clothes- a tank top and shorts- weren't helping at all.

"Since when do you care if I get sick or not." I said.

He inhaled slowly, like he was trying not to lose his patience. "Will you just come in."

"No." I answered. It was a good thing it was raining. At least Louis wasn't able to see my tears.

"Lauren....." He started but I cut him off.

"Don't talk to me. Please just leave me alone. You have done enough damage already. Why do you hate me so much?" My voice broke and the rain couldn't help me to hide the fact that I was crying. I stared into his eyes, asking for an answer. He stared back at me. His eyes were filled with regret.

He tried to pull me into his arms, to hug me but gave up when I pushed him away roughly.

"I don't hate you." He whispered.

"Then why, why did you do this to me? Why do you keep on hurting me? Why do you treat me like all of this is my fault?" I asked. I didn't know why I was asking him this. Why was I telling him how much he was capable of hurting me.

"Lauren. I'm sorry. I didn't want that to happen. You don't know how much I regret it. I'm really sorry." He said.

I looked into his eyes trying to see if he really meant it or not. I didn't want him to be able to hurt me as much as he had before. I wouldn't let him get that close to me again. No matter what. But his eyes told me that he really was sorry.

"You don't know how much I hate myself right now. I wish more than anything that I could turn back time and stop myself from shouting at you in public." He said.

I realised what that meant. He would still have shouted at me but not in public. But it would have hurt me all the same. I should just go away from here. I turned around and started to walk away but Louis grabbed my elbow and turned me around.

"Wait. Where are you going?" He asked.

"Louis please leave me alone. I don't want to talk to you right now." I replied.