18:35
England
I was home with my parents. I cried so much, mostly about Mark but also because of Louis. I kissed him, it felt so... right. And then the little bitch didn’t even say good bye to me when I left. Not even a text.
“You okay honey?” My dad asked from the door, I was curled up in a ball on my large bed. The duvet covers over me. I looked at my dad, my bottom lip quivering from crying so much. I shook my head and started to cry again.
“No, no, no. Shh, baby, shh.” He hushed me with a gentle tone as if I was a little toddler. He sat down on my bed and hugged me, he even cradled me like a child.
“I m-miss him s-so much,” I managed to sob out, burying my head in my dad’s chest.
“I know, baby, I know.” He whispered, hugging me tighter.
I was feeling so sad. Gutted. Shattered. Guilty. Torn. Helpless.
And then of course the dickhead himself decided to call.
“Who is Louis?” My dad asked, releasing me from his hug and reaching over to my bedside table to grab my phone. Great. My dad was now going to ask a shit load of questions. He is like the most over protective parent ever.
“Louis is...” I paused, stopping myself from letting any ‘bad words’ slip. “A friend,” I swallowed, taking the phone from my dad and answering the call.
“What?” I snapped, walking out of my room onto my balcony. My dad was still sitting on my bed so I tried hard to quieten my voice and contain my anger.
“I’m so sorry, Lara. Okay, I fucked up! I’m a dickhead, douchebag, idio—“
“Cut to the chase, Tomlinson, I don’t have time for your shit.”
“Look, the tour is ending in a week. We are coming back home for a 2 week break. I swear I will make things up to you,” Louis said with a genuine tone. Part of me wanted to forgive him. PART OF ME, I emphasise. Probably my heart, but my heart is a idiot.
“Whatever, I have to go,” I said bluntly, trying to show now emotion in my tone.
“Lara plea-“
“Bye Louis,” I ended the call with that.
I turned around on my heels, only to come face to face with my dad. “Holy fu- DAD!” I screamed, the man nearly gave me a heart attack. “Why did you do that,” I gasped, clutching the area where my heart is beating like its on crack.
“Why do you seem so angry with him? Did he hurt you?” My dad asked with a suspicious/worried look, ignoring the fact that he scared the shit out of me.
“No, I just don't like him at the moment becuase he is a little dickhead” I replied with my father with a smile before walking past him and going back to my bed.
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Stay Strong
FanfictionWhen a tragic shark attack leaves Lara scarred, both mentally and physically, Louis Tomlinson tries to make her forget about the recent events and nurse her back to health.
