Misunderstood (Punk Louis Tomlinson Fanfic)

Part 21

“Louis I’m not good at dancing,” I told him. He smiled.

“Just have fun with it love,” he said. I looked around me at what the other girls were doing but they all looked so slutty. Louis used his hands to move my hips back and forth and I followed that motion to start. His slid his hands up my sides pushing my arms up to wrap around his neck. I kept them there and played with the hair on the back of his head.

“Seriously Louis I don’t have a clue what I’m doing,” I told him. Louis chuckled a bit pressing his forehead to mine.

“You’re doing great love really,” he assured me. I nodded with a small smile and lifted my head connecting out lips gently. Louis pulled my hips closer to his letting them rock back and forth together. “You’re so sexy tonight,” he told me in my ear. I gave him a small smile in response.

Louis pushed my hair to the side and buried his head in my neck and began placing small kisses up and down it. I stiffened slightly shutting my eyes. He found a spot that sent shivers up my spin and started attacking it with his tongue, I let out a small moan making him tighten his grip around me.

He pulled away from my neck and pressed his lips eagerly against mine. I tried to ignore the taste of alcohol on his breath and enjoyed our kiss. It was so easy to forget reality when I was kissing him.

Unfortunately someone shaking him interrupted us.

“Fuck what?” Louis snapped looking at the person. It was Nick and he had an trouble look on his face.

“Come quick Harry’s about to get his ass kicked,” he told him.

“What?” Louis asked his face trouble. He looked at me as my face feel with nervousness. “Come with me,” Louis said taking my hand and pulled me to wear Nick was leading us.

“He was hitting on some guy’s girl and now they’re fighting out back,” Nick explained along the way. My stomach churned again and I had a bad feeling about this.

We made our way outside and instantly found a group of people surrounding Harry and some other tough looking guy.

“Bring it,” Harry shouted opening his arms as blood griped from his grinning lips.

“You just don’t know when to back down don’t you?” the other guy spat at him.

“Please you haven’t shown me much yet, give me your best shot,” Harry coaxed.

“Bloody idiot,” Louis breathed out and pulled me around the crowd to an opening so he can speak to Harry. “Stay here,” he told me in a serious tone, leaving me at a spot away from the commotion. I nodded and watched him turn around to get Harry. I nibbled on my lip watching nervously.

The man Harry was fighting took a swing at him hitting his right in the jaw. Harry turned in a circle and feel to his knees where Louis bent down to him.

“Mate stop,” Louis advised him placing his hand on his back.

“No man I’m winning,” Harry spoke drunkenly and stood up to face the other guy again only to receive another punch to the face. The crowd went wild as Harry feel to his knees again.

“Okay that’s enough, sir my apologies my friends seems to have had one too many,” Louis tried to explain.

“Tell him to stay the fuck down and we’ll be done,” the guy growled.

“Not a chance,” Harry said making his way back. The guy punched him again this time aiming his fist in his gut. Harry hunched over and sat back coughing.

“Lou come on help me,” Harry said falling to his side.

“I’m not going to help you Harry just stop,” Louis said annoyed. Louis turned back to the guy only to be met with his right fist. I flinched as fear washed over me. Louis stumbled a bit and glared daggers at the guy. Please don’t. I thought worriedly to myself.

Louis and Harry exchanged smiles before they both lunged at the guys easily taking him down with their advantage. I shut my eyes turning around and wrapped my arms around myself. I tried to block out the cheers coming from the crowd and the groans coming from the guys.

The fight seemed to drag on forever but soon the guy’s girlfriend convinced him to back away and Harry and Louis cheered in victory. I turned back around and found Louis and Harry hugging both of them dirty and blood on their faces. Harry was cut in several areas on his face but Louis managed to get away with just a small one on his left eye brow.

They settled down and the crowed thinned out. I glared at Louis as he turned to look at me. Realisation hit his face and he dropped his head walking over to me.

“Jenn I’m-“ he started but I quickly cut him off.

“Take me home now,” I ordered walking past him. I ignored Harry’s drunken calls and walked out of the alley and over to wear Louis had left his car. I stared at it for a moment and remembered the shots and beers Louis had taken in. There was no way I was letting him drive. I checked my phone it was only 11:30. I still had time to get him home safe or at least somewhere safe.

I raised my arm quickly hailing a cab.

“Jenn,” Louis said running up to me.

“Get Harry and get in,” I demanded. He looked at me confused but didn’t argue. He grabbed Harry and carried him into the cab. We gave the cab driver Harry’s address and he took us there. I stayed silent in the cab ride there.

I didn’t have anything to say to Louis. He knew I didn’t like fights but he still got into one.

“Jenn please talk to me,” Louis said quietly putting his hand on my lap. I ignored him staring out the window.

“Hey why do they call it a taxi cab? What the guy who invited driving people around have the last name Cab? That’s a weird last name,” Harry spoke up. I rolled my eyes shaking my head.

“Dude shut up,” Louis warned nudging him. Harry groaned a bit obviously sore from the fight. Louis turned back to me and kissed my shoulder. “I’m really sorry babe,” he told me.

“Save it,” I told him and stayed quiet the rest of the drive there.