Just Can't Let Him Go: L.T fanfic (A Fanfic I Wrote When I Was 13 Plz Ignore)

Chapter Three

                                Monday

         I walk into algebra class and see Louis sitting by my desk,again. I quickly sit down and start on the work that's on the board  as Zayn sits in his usual seat next to me.

          "Blare, right?" I hear a British accent. I turn my head around to Louis. His eyes have a greenish tint, but they're mostly blue. He keeps his dark brown hair swept across his forehead. He's wearing black skinny jeans with a tight black shirt, that lets you see some of his tattoos underneath it. He notices me staring at him and chuckles.

Great, now I seem like such a creep.

I quickly drop my head as I blush and nod. "It's nice to meet you," I look back up to him as he smiles, "My name's Louis Tomlinson." He moves his hand to me to shake. I look at him strangely as I shake his hand. He's really cute, but I have no idea why he's talking to me. He could be talking to some of the cute girls in the class or a cheerleader.

"I'm actually your new neighbor, but I never had the chance to introduce myself," he says.

"Oh, the Smiths moved?" That was a stupid, very, very stupid question. I saw their U-Haul at least ten time. Louis nods, a small smile on his face.

I lay my arm down on my desk and hiss in pain as I remember that I did it again last night. Louis looks at me with a shocked expression.

"Are you okay?" He asks, concern filled in his voice. I move my sleeve to my finger tips, making sure the red marks aren't showing.

"Yeah, I'm fine. Sorry about that," I sat before looking at Zayn. He shakes his head.

"Don't start," I warn him, I'm not in the mood for another 'lesson'.

"I'll stop if you do," he snaps at me.

After science club, I walk out of the double doors and fill my lungs with the fresh, cold air. I start to walk and turn my phone on. There's billions of messages from Niall, indicating that Zayn told him. I ignore them and turn my phone off.

"Hey cutie," I heard someone say behind me. I flip around and see a jock, Jace, I think his name is.

"You know, you shouldn't be out here alone this late, where no one can hear you scream," He says, smirking sickly.

He pulls me and pushes me against the brick wall of the school. He grabs both of my wrists in one of his large hands as I struggle to escape. He forces my hands above my head. My heart pounds against my chest and my stomach is queazy.

I push against him, "Get off of me!" I scream, praying that at least someone could hear me.

"Huh? Don't want any fun since that Harry guy died?" He asks and pushes me back harder. Pain shot through my back and towards my head.

"I heard that he never loved you anyways. He probably pushed himself in front of that car so he wouldn't be in misery of actually dating you anymore." Anger boils through me as I push him harder. He then pushes me again and moves his hand to my breast.

"What the actual fuck do you think you're doing, mate?" Louis says as he pulls Jace off of me. He punches him hard in his jaw. Jace falls as Louis takes my hand. We run as fast as we can to the dark parking lot. We run to a silver twenty- sixteen Mercedes Convertible.

"Hurry, Blare, get in!" Louis yells and opens the door for me. I climb in and quickly shut the door. I turn my head to Jace, who is now standing.

Louis is in the car now and he starts driving. We leave the school and we're on the rode now. My breath is still heavy and my head still hurts. I feel tears running down my face as I try to make my breath clam again.

"Hey, it's okay. He's not here anymore," Louis says, trying to clam me.

"I know," I say and sigh, trying to calm myself as well.

"Um, did he.... Did he touch you?" He asks, anger is evident in his voice. I nod, not wanting to talk about this subject.

"Where?" He asks, his grip getting tighter on the black steering wheel.

"It doesn't matter anymore," I sigh.

"I should've punched him harder. What if I wasn't there? Many worse things could've happened," he grits his teeth. Why does he even care? I'm not special anyways.

"Louis, please just calm down," I say as I look at the road.

"I don't understand how you're being calm about this. He even touched you."

"Yeah, but I'm okay now," I say, "Thank you, by the way," His rage slowly burns out.

"I assume you're right. There's no reason to thank me," he says with a small sigh escaping his lips.

The air fell into an awkward silence. "Where are we going?" I ask, noticing that we're not near our neighborhood.

"It's seven o'clock, so I'm going to talk you out to eat something somewhere."

"I'm fine. I'm not really hungry." I respond.

He looks at me confusingly, "I heard your stomach growl at least seventy times."

I stay silent as we walk into the restaurant. I shiver next to Louis. He pulls his arm around me,

"Are you cold?" He questions. I nod slightly as we walk to the waiting booth.

"How many?" The woman asks.

"Just two," Louis smiles. His arm is still around me, making us look like a couple. Couple, I hate that word

We walk to the back of the small restaurant. I never went to a restaurant before because dad wouldn't take me anywhere really. I slide into a both like seat. Louis smiles as he slides in next to me. I look over to the table next to us.

"Crap," I mumble.

"Is something wrong?" Louis asks me and wraps his arm around me again. I shake my head, looking at Niall's sadden expression.

"Are you sure?" He asks. I nod again as I see Nichole shocked suddently and her eyes getting glossy. Niall's tumb runs over her hand.

"I don't believe she would do that," Nichole says and shakes her head slightly.

"It's what Zayn told me." Niall responds, " She possibly trusts him more than us." He looks down.

That's not right. I didn't even mean to tell Zayn anything. I have no idea why they would believe that I trust him more, especially now when he's telling everyone.