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chapter 26. Louis' pov. (Edited)

"Bristol!" I shouted, but I was fearful to wake up Aiden.

Aiden was only passed out, so he had to wake up somehow. How could she get away when she wasn't even untied? I mean, she was still tied up and it was almost impossible to get out of the knot Aiden had her in. But yet, it was ALMOST impossible.

"Bristollll!!!" I roar again, this time louder than I thought I could even yell.

I hope she's safe.

{Bristol's pov.}

I ran out the back door, not knowing what else to do. Of course I had my clothes with me, on me, yes, but my converse aren't my hand, they're still at Aiden's. The cement on my feet is cold, and I feel like vomiting. My head is throbbing almost as if it couldn't take in all that just happened. What did just happen though? Nevermind, I have to stop thinking about all these thoughts or else my head will start beating more.

As I ran, I realized how selfish and painful it would be if I left Louis. Louis! I completely forgot about him! He was the one in there beating up Aiden for me for everything that he's done, and I just let him sit in there like that! What kind of a person have I turned into?! Some rude person who leaves their beloved boyfriend at their ex-boyfriends house and doesn't go back for him, is all I know as the type of person I am.

I know Louis would come back for me anytime and it didn't matter what tragic story happened. I'm so selfish, I don't even want to keep going. If I am, I'm going with Louis.

"Bristol?!" I here a shout what sounds like Louis, that also sounds like its coming from the front yard.

Suddenly I see a body wearing all black, and looks all bloody on his lips and eyes.

"Bristol?" he yells.

"Louis!" I yell back and run to him.

It had been Louis standing there, then he started running also. His soft hair brushes through the cool breeze, when he starts jumping over the tall bushes.

"Bristol, its okay. I'm here for you and I always will be." he said in my hair when our chests finally meet and we hug tightly, after our lips crash on one another's.

"I love you Louis." I cry and let out a big breath I have been holding in.

"I love you Bearcub." he replies pulling me in tighter to his chest.

I really think we are meant for each other. He treats me the way I want to be treated and I'm sure I treat him the same.

"Bearcub, I need to ask you and I've been wanting to ask you. What will we do when I'm on tour? I'm sure sometime Aiden's gonna take you while I'm gone and you don't know how much I would hate for that to happen." Louis says.

Crap. He does have a point. He will take me because like he said, Louis is my bodyguard, protecting me from Aiden.

"I don't know. I'm gonna come with you." I make my final decision.

"Everyone would love that." he whispers in my ear.

"Good. Cause I'm coming to all of them."

{at home. Louis' pov.}

We walk through the front door and I asked Bristol if she wanted to get cleaned up. She said yes so I decide to get a clean warm rag from the kitchen and get her cleaned up.

"Louis babe, I think you need cleaned up more than I do."

"I know I'm just worried about you right now." I admit when my cheeks turn bright red.

"Boobear you're losing too much blood, I'm fine don't worry about me right now." she said taking the rag from my hand and pats my wounds softly with it.

"Okay. You can clean me up I guess. But you have to do something for me in response to what I'm doing for you right now." I smirk.

"And what is that?" she grins playfully.

"You really want to know what it is?" I asked.

"Yep, I don't just want you to tell me though. I want you to show me." she smirks.

I think its clear that I want her, and she knows it she's just teasing me.

"Why are you doing this to me?" I asked as she takes my shirt off of me.

"Do what? This?" she asks putting her hand on my chest and slams her lips on mine.

"Yes."

"What are you doing to me?" she highers her voice on the are and the you, but the rest of the words aren't completely loudend.

"This?" I ask slamming her back to the wall in our bedroom, making her whimper. "I think its this." I say.

"Yes." she clearly says.

I bite on her bottom lip, hard enough to make her groan, but yet soft enough to where she doesn't push me away or anything.

"What do you want babe?" she asks teasing once more.

"You know what I want."