Lots Of Love- A Louis Tomlinson Fanfiction

Chapter 17

"Louis! Caden! Stop it!" I laughed as he and my brother sprayed whipped cream all over the kitchen. 

"Don’t worry, babe, I will protect you!" he yelled triumphantly, jumping over the counter and spraying the fluff across my face.

"Wow, Lou, you’re my hero." I said sarcastically, wiping is off with my index finger. I was about to steal the can from him when a knock at the door interrupted me. “I’ll get it." I sighed, wiping my face off with a paper towel before booking it to the door.

"Hi, can I help you?" I asked the sketchy looking man at the door, who was staring me down. Louis walked up behind me and wrapped an arm around my waist, looking back at the guy, cocking his head.

"Is Caden here?" he growled and pushed past us, stepping into our home.

"Excuse me-"

"Shut the fuck up, where is Caden?!" he interrupted Louis and looked around, opening doors and peering in the different rooms.

"Who are you?! Why do you want Caden?" I asked shakily, holding onto my boyfriend tighter.

"He didn’t give me my money." he spat as he walked down the hall.

He’s Caden’s drug dealer. But I gave him money, didn’t I?

"H-He paid you back." I stated and Louis looked down at me, confused.

"I think I would know if I got my money, bitch!" he screamed and I stepped back, taking his words to offense.

"I’m sorry, when did you get the idea that you were aloud to come into our home and talk to her like that!?" Louis yelled, letting go of me and stepping closer to the man.

He pulled a knife out of his pocket and Louis backed down, slowly inching back toward me and standing in front of me.

"Mate, let’s just take it down a level, we don’t know where Caden went." he said softly and I grasped the back of his shirt.

"Then we will wait for him to come back." he smiled sickly and pointed to two chairs against the wall. “Sit." he ordered and Louis held my hand, leading us over.

"Why does he need Caden?" he whispered quietly, making sure the man couldn’t hear us as he rustled through the drawers in the kitchen.

"He owns him money."

"Why?"

"He is a drug addict."

"Oh." he said, obviously shocked, “And how did you know he paid him back?"

I looked up into his eyes and guilt washed through me, and he could  obviously tell what I was about to say before I even could. His eyes grew sad and he turned away, his grip loosening on my hand.

"Turn the chairs so your backs are against each others." we did as we were told and he duck taped my hands behind my chair, then my legs together.

"Is this really ness-" Louis started, but was cut off by a slap to the face. I screamed and tried to break free, but he covered my mouth with a strip of tape after copying the same actions as before with Louis.

"If you try anything, I will not hesitate to shut you up." he growled in my face before going off to search the rest of the house. I felt the tears dripping down from my eyes, scared out of my mind.

Louis’ hand somehow reached mine, and he gave it a firm squeeze.