Misunderstood (Punk Louis Tomlinson Fanfic)

Part 22

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

When we got to Harry’s flat I help Louis carry Harry up to his place.

Once inside I told them both to sit the bathroom and there I started to clean their faces. I cleaned Louis’ first since he only had a small cut on his eyes brow then moved on to Harry.

“Ow,” Harry winded as I dabbed at his cuts.

“Shut up, if your own fault you got beat up,” I scolded. Harry pouted. I rolled my eyes with a sigh and finished him.

“Can you take me to bed?” Harry asked me.

“No,” I said and turned around throwing the tissues in the garbage.

“Dude she’s a hard ass,” Harry whispered to Louis.

“Go to bed mate. I’m gonna crash here alright?” Louis spoke gently to him.

“Dibs on the bed,” Harry shouted and quickly left the bathroom. I shook my head slightly as I washed my hands in the sink as Louis stood up. He stood behind me for a moment but soon wrapped his arms around my waist and rest his head on my shoulder.

“I’m really sorry babe,” he whispered.

“Let go of me,” I asked him calmly.

“Please don’t be mad,” he asked squeezing me tightly.

“Don’t be mad? You said nothing would happen tonight, you said it would be fun,” I shot at him trying to keep my voice down.

“At least you didn’t get hurt,” he pointed out. I raised my head looking at him in the mirror.

“Not physically,” I said. He frowned and kissed the side of my head.

“I’m sorry okay. I didn’t mean to get involved in that fight. I was just looking out of Harry and that guy threw the first punch you saw it,” he said trying to defend himself.

“Yea and I also saw a twisted smirk on your face as you beat up that guy who was probably as drunk as you and Harry,” I pointed out. I turned off the faucet and dried my hands.

“At least I won,” he offered. I turned around glaring at him.

“So what? I doesn’t impress me that you beat some random guy up,” I snapped at him. He dropped his head. I let out a sigh and rubbed my hands over my face. “Listen Louis you have to stop thinking that I’ll like the same things you do. We’re very different people. I know you like clubs and party scenes but I was so uncomfortable there,” I explained.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” he asked.

“I did but then you pulled me to go dance,” I explained again.

“I thought you were having fun. I’m sorry babe,” he said placing his hands on my waist he leaned closer to press his forehead against mine but I turned my head away and crossed my arms. “Please don’t be mad. I’ll make it up to you, I’ll date you on a normal date and we’ll have normal fun,” he told me desperately trying to get me to be happy with him again.

“Are you sure that’s what you want to do? I mean wouldn’t you be happier with someone more into your kind of scene?” I asked dully dropping my head.

“Don’t say that,” Louis said in a serious tone. He placed his hands under my chin and lifted my head to meet his gaze. “I’m happiest with you Jenn, honestly. I don’t want some slutty careless girl. I want you because you’re pure and real and you make me want to be a better person. I’m sorry I disappointed you tonight but if you give me another chance I’ll make it better,” he told me. I nodded slowly.