Misunderstood (Punk Louis Tomlinson Fanfic)

Part 12

A couple hours went by and I was still talking with Louis and Harry. We moved to the couch and I was sitting in between them. Louis had grabbed about 4 or 5 more beer and was starting to act like he was drunk. Harry on the other hand I had no idea how much he had before I got there but he grabbed 3 more afterwards.

            “Dude that’s a brilliant idea, I should drop out of school and we could go into the business with each other,” Louis said leaning over me to talk to Harry.

            “Beer delivery service?” I asked. He looked at me with a drunken grin.

            “Yea! I mean what if I ran out of beer. I’m drunk I don’t want to have to walk all the way to the liquor store to get more,” he said. I laughed a bit shaking his head.

            “But mate if we go into business then people will be calling us to deliver beer. We can’t get drunk if we’re busy delivering everyone else’s alcohol,” Harry pointed out.

            “Well then we’ll hire people to do it for us,” Louis said after a short pause of thinking.

            “Brilliant,” Harry said and shook his hand. I laughed watching them, they were so silly when they were drunk. I soon felt my phone go off in my pocket. I pulled it out and read ‘home’ on the screen.

            “Shit, I have to take this,” I said standing up.

            “Don’t be long,” Louis said dramatically as I walked away. I smiled shaking my head at him and ran up some stares and into a room that seemed deserted. I shut the door and answered my phone.

            “Hello,” I said.

            “What too so long I nearly hung up,” my dad said over the phone. I sighed.

            “I’m out dad I didn’t hear my phone,” I lied.

            “Where are you?” he asked.

            “Just around, what do you need?” I asked annoyed.

            “I need to pick up some smokes do you want me to pick you up and bring you home?” he asked.

            “No it’s only 10 I still have 2 hours till I need to be home,” I said.

            “Fine fine but you better be home on time,” he warned.

            “Yes dad I know, now may I please go back to enjoying my night with my friend?” I asked.

            “Fine goodnight,” he said.

            “Night,” I responded quickly and hung up my phone. I sighed to myself. Why did I have to have the most annoying over protective parents in the world. Seriously. I bet Louis’ parents don’t check up on him 24/7. Then again maybe they don’t bother because they’ve given up on him.

            “Well well well, what do we have here?” a voice came from behind me. I quickly turned around to see a person I didn’t know walk into the room I was in. He shut the door behind him and leaned against it. “Hi,” he said with a grin. I had an uneasy feeling that he was drunk.

            “Hi,” I said nervously.

            “What are you doing up hear all by your lonesome?” he asked taking a few steps towards me. I shrugged.

            “Just making a quick call,” I said. He smiled.

            “Hope your ride isn’t picking you up soon,” he said.

            “Actually they’re coming now so I better go wait out front,” I told him inching to the side to try to  get away from him.

            “Aw so soon?” he asked.

            “Yea I gotta get up early tomorrow,” I lied. He laughed a bit. His black painted nails ran through his dark shaggy hair.

            “I’m sure you have time for a quick little game,” he said stepped towards me.

            “No I really don’t,” I told him and made for the door. He quickly gripped my wrist tightly in his hand and forcefully pushed me up against the wall. I whimpered and placed my hands on his chest pushing him away.

            “You have pretty little lips,” he said grinning as he placed both his large hands on my face.

            “Stop,” I breathed out scared. He chuckled letting on hand slide to my waist. He pressed his body against mine and attached his lips with mine. I fought as much as I could but with little success. I managed to turn my head to the side but that only made him burry my head in my neck. “Get off,” I yelled but it only made me receive a slap across the face. My head turned to the side and my eyes shut tightly at the stinging sensation he left.

            “Shut up,” he barked at me before tugging me away from the door and pushed me on to the bed. I kicked my legs at him with attempt to get him away but he gripped my ankles and forced them down. He quickly moved between my legs and placed all his weight on top of me. “Feisty, I see,” he teased with a grin and kissed me again. I placed my hands on his shoulders trying to push him away but again he just gripped my wrist without trouble and pinned them to the sides.

            “Please don’t,” I begged as tears stream down my face.

            “Relax we’re gonna have some fun,” he slurred letting go of one of my wrists and gripped my side to push my shirt up a bit. I whimpered now regretting coming here. I shouldn’t have wondered off, I shouldn’t have trust Louis.

            “What the fuck,” a new voice boomed at the same instant as the guy’s weight completely lifted off of me.

            I opened my eyes in time to see Louis slam the guy down on his back and stand over him. I moved off of the bed and sat on the floor pressing my back to the wall.

            “Hey piss off,” the whole who had attacked me spat at Louis as he slowly got to his feet.          

            “What do you think you were doing?” Louis asked and brought his leg back and kicked the guy roughly knocking him down again. The guys coughed and gasped for air.

            “Nothing man just having a little fun,” the guys said.

            “Not with her,” Louis spat angrily and kicked him roughly again. My whole body shook in fear as I watched Louis beat up the guy. I should be grateful again that he saved me but seeing him hurt someone else really scared me. I didn’t get to see what happened at the part but seeing it now made my stomach turn.

            “I’m sorry,” the guy on the floor coughed out.

            “You’re sorry, I’ll show you what sorry is,” Louis growled getting to his knees over the guy and started pounding on his face with his fist. The guy desperately tried to block but each hit Louis sent hit him dead on. My eyes widened in fear as Louis big hands went for the guy’s throat and started to choke him.

            “Louis stop,” another voice came and I looked to the door seeing Harry come in. Harry pried Louis’ hands off the beat up guy. “Enough,” Harry told Louis who got back to his feet breathing heavily. Harry picked the guy up off the floor and pushed him outside “Get out of here if you know what’s good for you,” Harry told him then turned to look at Louis.

            “Sorry mate, I lost it there for a moment,” Louis said.

            “Don’t apologize to me,” Harry said and motioned towards where I was still sitting a ball of fear on the floor.

            “Jenn,” Louis said quietly, his face softening instantly.