Broken ( One Direction ) *UNDER CONSTRUCTION*

Chapter 3

<Louis POV>

I have to admit, she was cute in the photo, but I never thought she'd turn out so....hot.

All of us were unashamedly gawking at her. Well, except Harry, he had a worry look on his face.

She was utterly and completely hot, beautiful, gorgeous...must I go on?

She was no longer the somewhat short, chubby little nerdy girl that was in the picture.

She looked like a fucking badass.

Her long curly dark brown hair, effortlessly cascaded down to her hips; it looked so soft, I
honestly just wanted to run my hands through it.

She no longer wore thick black glasses, so you could actually see her eyes. They were beautiful, big and brown -my weakness- but, they were somewhat empty, with no life.

She no longer had braces on her, making her smile even more hypnotizing than it was on the photo.

Well, when she actually smiled genuinely, like she did with Niall. I must admit I was jealous of him... I just couldn't help it.

She was wearing a black Beatles shirt, black ripped skinny jeans, and black leather combat boots. And her arms sported various kinds of black letter bracelets.

She was badass.

So fucking hot. 

She had her hands on her hips imitating me, and I couldn't help but smile at her. She was cute.

I sound like a girl, oh God.

When she wasn't looking, Niall, turned toward us and whispered, "I like this girl."

We all nodded in agreement -but, without Harry noticing, or he would've had our heads.

The guys and I looked around the room full of paintings while Harry and Mia talked privately.

"This is amazing.." I wandered aloud, it was a painting of a girls silhouette in black, the background was a blood red; and some of the red paint was dripping out of the girls heart.

It was creepy, but absolutely amazing at the same time.

All the boys circled around me, and stared at the painting.

"Woah, that's mental." Zayn, said in awe.

I didn't realize that Mia, was next to me until she spoke up.

"Thanks." she whispered shyly, staring at her painting.

"You're welcome." I smiled warmly at her.

"You're very talented!" Liam exclaimed, while inspecting another painting.

"All of these paintings are fascinating! How do you come with this stuff?" Niall asked, while staring at a picture of hands holding a black music note. The music note looked like it was falling into little pieces unto the floor, but if you looked closely the floor was a Vinyl record.

"I paint out my emotions." she shrugged, carelessly.

"Well, there pretty dark." I commented without thinking. Harry then proceeded to punch my arm.

"Ouuuch!" I wined, rubbing my arm.

For the first time since we arrived Mia laughed. It was a laugh like Niall's; completely contagious.

"I'm so glad you find pleasure in my pain." I said sarcastically, but ended up smiling at her, letting her know I was just joking.

She looked up at me with those big brown eyes, and gave me a cheeky grin.

"Yeah, my emotions are pretty messed up." she still had her grin, but you could tell she was just so sad. No matter how many fake smiles she threw at me, I could see it in her beautiful eyes.

That was it, no matter what, I was gonna make her smile, I told myself, she deserves happiness.

I looked at the other guys, and I had feeling we were all thinking the same.

We were going to help her.

No matter what it was that hurt her, we will try and fix her.

She deserved so much.

She deserved to feel loved and happy.

And damn it, I was going to do it.