Misunderstood (Punk Louis Tomlinson Fanfic)

Part 13

I watched him nervously as he slowly bent down towards me. “Love, are you okay?” he asked raising his hand to brush my hair behind my ear.

            His knuckles were bloody from his victim and the site brought tears to my eyes. I turned my head to the other side shutting them tightly and shook a bit. I could tell Louis didn’t know what to do. I didn’t know what I wanted him to do, all I knew was at this moment I was scared of him.

            “Come on Jenn we’ll take you home,” Harry’s gentle voice came. I shook my head.

            “You’re both drunk. I’ll get myself home,” I said in a weak tone.

            “Please love we just wanna make sure you’re safe,” Louis told me. I slowly met his gaze. His eyes looked so apologetic. He almost looked normal and for a moment it did calm me but a flash of his hovering over that guy choking him flashed into my mind and I quickly shut my eyes and turned away.

            “I’ll be fine just please get away from me,” I told him. I heard Louis sigh in defeat and he got to his feet taking a step back. I got up slowly and wrapped my arms around myself.

            The two boys didn’t say anything more as I walked pasted them and out of the room. I made my way back downstairs and quickly found my purse before I left the house. I got to the street and looked around. I had no idea where I was. I couldn’t remember the way that Louis drove here all I knew was that we came in on the left. I looked down the street then pulled out my phone to check the time. I still had an hour to get home I’m sure I could figure out it.

            “I can take you,” Louis’ voice came from behind me. I sighed glancing behind me and saw him standing a few feet away with his hands in my pocket.

            “No,” I stated.

            “You don’t know the way,” he said.

            “You’re drunk,” I pointed out.

            “I’ll walk you,” he offered back. I sighed and looked down at my feet. I didn’t have much of a choice.

            “Fine,” I said and started walking down the street. Louis was quick to come beside me. I didn’t look at him though I kept my stare on the ground.

            “I’m sorry if tonight didn’t go the way you thought,” he said. I didn’t respond but deep down I knew something bad would happen. “It was fun while it lasted though right?” he asked hopeful again I didn’t respond I stayed silent and all that could be heard was our footsteps. “Can you at least tell me if he hurt you?” he asked sadly with worry dripping from his mouth.

            “He didn’t,” I said quietly hoping it would give him enough relief to stop talking to me.

            “I won’t do anything to him if he did, I just want to make sure you’re okay and don’t keep a doctor or anything,” he explained.

            “I said I was fine,” I snapped looking up at him. His face fell more than it already was. He looked like he felt guilty but I wasn’t in the mood to make him feel better.

            We turned down another street in silence and things were starting to look familiar.

            “Jenn listen I’m really sorry if I scared you before. I know I lost it and I should have controlled myself better,” he paused and I felt his eyes on me but I refused to look back. “I couldn’t help it though. I saw him with you and I guess I just saw red. I should have kept a better eye on you and I’m sorry you got put in that situation,” he explained and dropped his head. “I guess I’m a pretty shitty friend huh,” he asked.

            “Who says we’re even friends,” I stated coldly. I was starting to have second thoughts about getting involved with him. He was bad news and if I was smart I’d stay away.

            “I’d like to think we are,” he said honestly. I sighed deeply looked away from him.

            “Well tonight clearly proves that we’re better off not being friends,” I told him.

            “Look I know tonight sucked but please don’t let it change your mind about me,” he said.

            “My mind was already bad up Louis but like a fool I didn’t trust my gut instinct. I should have known hanging around you would cause me nothing but trouble and so far all you’ve given me is trouble,” I told him finally looking over at him. He frowned. “I mean detentions, alcohol, drugs and almost being raped. None of that happened before I met you,” I said to him bitterly. He dropped his head.

            “I’m sorry,” he said sadly. I turned my head and looked back down that street as the silence grew between us.

I felt that I was pushing him away but it was for my own good. My dad was right and so was my mom Louis isn’t the type of person I need in my life and I’m better of ending it before anything really starts.

“What if I changed,” Louis spoke quietly after awhile. I looked at him a little confused.