A Different Way[Louis Tomlinson]

Chapter Nineteen

[This is a bit of a shorter chapter, sorry guys. Are you liking the story so far?(: Thanks for all the reads and votes guys!

-Danielle]

I wake up tangled between Harry and Louis. Harry still holds onto my legs, and Louis' arms are wrapped tight around me. They're both still fast asleep, Harry snoring ever so slightly. I try to claw away from them, but I can't escape their grasp. I lay back down on top of Louis. I can hear his heartbeat through his shirt as I press my ear to his chest. It sounds so peaceful and warm.

I'm shaken awake as Louis rolls over. I'm tossed to the floor with a scream, Harry still holding onto my feet. I land on my face, my feet still hanging on the bed. Louis and Harry jerk awake, sitting up in unison on the couch.

"Amber?" Louis asks, rubbing his eyes.

"There she is! On the floor..." Harry yawns, still holding onto my feet.

"Yeah. I'm down here guys." I wave my hand in the air, still laying on my face. Harry drops my legs, and I sit up. Blood starts to drip down my face.

"Aww come on." I snarl, holding my nose.

"How did you fall?" Louis asks, standing up to help me.

"You rolled over and flung me off the couch." I laugh as he leads me to the bathroom. I sit on the counter as he hands me a tissue. The blood is running down my chin and dripping onto the little blue dress. Louis gets a washcloth wet and starts to dab at my chin. The blood runs down my hands and arms, streaming down the clean bandages. I watch him as he wipes away the blood, as it finally stops to run.

"We'll have to re-wrap those." He says, gesturing to my arms. I nod, as he still wipes away the blood. He rinses the rag as I begin to unwrap the bandages on my arms. The scars are huge, and you can still see the stitch lines. There's thirteen in all, six on my left arm, and five on my right. Louis digs in the medicine cabinets for new bandages as I stare down at my limp arms.

"You okay?" He asks, taking my left arm in his hand. I look up at him and nod. He wraps the bandages around and around my arms, not talking. When he finishes, he pulls me down off the counter and into his arms. He kisses the top of my head as I bury my face into his shoulder.

"Darling I love you so much." He whispers into my hair.

"Louis I love you so much to..." He pulls me into the hallway. I look down at my dress and laugh. Blood is all over the stomach of it.

"Louis I'm going to go change." I turn away from him and head down the hallway to the stairs. I run up the stairs two at a time to his room. I close the door behind me and run to my suitcases. I dig out a flowery skirt and a brown tank-top. I throw off the dress and pull the other clothes on. I run back downstairs, and I run head first into Harry on the last step. I knock him over, landing on top of him.

"Whoa there Amber." He laughs.

"Sorry Harry." I say, getting up off of him. I stand up, and hold my hand out for him. He takes it, and I help him stand up. He smiles and continues walking up the stairs.

"You're welcome!" I yell up after him. He doesn't say anything back. I sigh and walk away. I find Louis on the couch. I hop on next to him and he smiles. He pulls me back into his lap.

"Darling you are absolutely stunning. But you already knew that didn't you." Louis smiles.

"Aw Lou."

"I'm serious. You are." He suddenly goes dead serious, dropping the corny smile. I go silent, and I turn away from him. I slide off his lap. He shifts, and then his arms are back around me, pulling me back into his lap. I sit between his legs, his thighs outside of mine. He wraps his arms around my waist and pulls me back against him. He brings his head around mine, resting it on my shoulder. I overlap his hands with mine, fitting our fingers together. We sit there like this for a few minutes. He presses his lips against my shoulder before whispering to me.

"Will you tell me what happened?" I know instantly what he's talking about.

"Louis..."

"Please? You know I would never tell anyone..."

"That's not what I'm afraid of..." I whisper, getting choked up by the memories.

"Then what are you afraid of? You don't have to be afraid of telling me..." He presses his head against mine, and his breath hits my shoulder in short huffs.

"Louis... I've only told three people the whole truth... I... I can't tell another... Please Louis I'm sorry..." I press my forehead against his cheek as tears start to roll down mine. He starts to rock me back and forth, telling me it's okay.

"Louis I'm sorry... It was horrible... Everyone made fun of me... I was a freak..." I say between sobs. I hear Harry walk in, and Louis turns to him and tells him to go home.

"But Louis..."

"Harry I'll call you later okay?" I hear Harry walk out five seconds later.

"You just kicked Harry out..."

"Because I wanted to be alone with you, darling..." He whispers in my ear, turning back.

"Louis... Do you really want to know..." I ask him after a while, brushing the tears away.

"Only if you're willing to tell."