Rejected (l.tomlinson)

Chapter 5.

Louis's POV

I can't sleep. Every time I try to doze off, I end up remembering that Daire is down the hall. Why do I think so much about her? She's a total loser. I will admit, I felt SLIGHTLY sorry that she was in the hospital, but that doesn't mean anything right? I would feel bad for anyone. But something about her made me think that maybe she wasn't THAT bad after all. I mean, she really didn't do anything wrong, she was just...herself. As I lay there, I realize something. Is that really a reason to hate her? Could you really hate someone for being themselves?

That was when I realized, I needed to fix this. Because it's ridiculous to hate someone without a reason.

I wish I could stop it all together right away, but I can't. Not with the guys knowing what was going on. Wait a second...

The lads won't be here all the time, but Daire will. That's when I'll have a chance. I can't believe I'm saying this, but it's time to put an end to this. The first step was to find out why she's here.

Daire's POV

Of course, I can't sleep. I can't help but feel so paranoid here. 'I'm living with a stranger and someone that hates me. They could hurt me just like Steven and mum did. I want to run away, but where would I go? I have no place to go.' I thought to myself, suddenly feeling depressed. Did he have a reason to do this? Yes, he did. its because I'm worthless, and stupid, and I was a mistake. 'Cut'. That's what my mind was telling me. 'Cut'. But I just couldn't. Instead, I cried. I just...cried. For Steven's beatings, for people bullying me, for my insecureness. For every single bit of my terrible life. I cried myself to a deep sleep.

I woke up with dried tears on my face, last night still on my mind. Thank goodness it was Saturday. I practically rolled out of my bed to get some food. I found some cereal in the cupboard and fixed myself some, grabbing my iPhone I had left on the couch. I scrolled through Instagram, just looking at stupid pictures, when Louis came down the stairs.

"Umm...hey there," he said with a slight smile. I will admit, that morning voice was kinda attractive. "You know, it would help a ton if you weren't so loud in the morning. Some of us like to sleep."

Bad thing to say if you were nearly beaten to death yesterday because of that. I shot him a quick sorry before returning my attention to the phone in my hands. Surprisingly, he still tried to talk to me.

"So, uh... did you sleep good?" He continued. 'No. I didn't. I was too busy crying, idiot.'

"RYeah, I was fine, Louis." I stated, trying to make it clear that I wasn't in the mood to talk about the events that took place last night. Why was he even talking to me in the first place? Last time I checked, he wouldn't care if I was dead. Now he's trying to strike up a convo? What is this world coming to? I mean, I had always secretly liked him, but it was always hidden in the back if my mind. Because one, I'm sure he would take Jessie over me any day, and two, well, it's Louis we're talking about here.

After that awkward run in, I went upstairs to take a shower. I peeled off my clothes I slept in, and hopped into the falling hot water. Today was going to be a shopping day for me, since I was almost positive Louis would have the boys over, and the house is still a little uncomfortable to me. Once I finished my shower, I let my hair air dry as I put lotion on, and decided what to wear. I did a long sleeve navy blue Hollister shirt with Miss Me skinny jeans. I put on some make up to cover up my face, which still looked a little messy, and then my usual eyeliner and mascara. After curling my hair some, I brushed it out, so it would look more wavy.

I went back downstairs, slipped on my navy blue sparkle TOMS and yelled at Louis letting him know where I was going. I stepped outside, inhaling the fresh air and admiring the beauty of the morning. Then I got in the car and drove off, hoping for an exciting day.

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So here ya go. Last one for tonight sweet cheeks, sorry! But more tomorrow, I promise! Comment, vote, throw a party, go skydiving, whatever floats your boat! Until tomorrow, my love. Stay sexy(; ~Elaine Cook(: