Fixing Louis

Chapter 2

***Jessica's POV***

For our hour together, Hazza and I ate lunch at McDonald's and walked around downtown London. I can't say I'm excited about having to live with this Louis Tomilinson. I don't really understand what they want me to do. How am I supposed to "fix" him?

I sigh as we pull up in front of Louis's house. I sit in my seat with my arms crossed.

"Well, here we are, Jess." Harry says, putting the car in park.

I don't move a muscle.

"Jessica, I know you really don't want to do this. I can't imagine anyone would." He puts his hand on my cheek and I allow him to turn my head so I'm looking at him. "It's just, after Eleanor died, something inside him snapped. It was awful, watching him slowly change into a depressed, angry, and hateful person."

I glanced down, not wanting to look my brother in the eye.

"I know that our hipper Louis is still there, though, waiting for someone to come and pull him out. I think you can do that. No scratch that, I KNOW you can do it."

"Why? What makes you think that?"

I look back up at him. Oh, shoot, he's almost crying! Now I'm gonna start!

"You remember when Mum and Pa got divorced?" He asked. I nodded. "Well, if it wasn't for you, I would have snapped, too. I was so angry at Mum and Pa. But even more so, I was angry at myself. I thought it was my fault. You showed me that it wasn't my fault. You-you were my lifeline."

I brushed a tear off my cheek.

"I didn't even try. I wasn't trying to help you. I was trying to survive, just like you."

"I know," Harry said, "that's the point. You don't have to try. You naturally make people happy. You just have to be...you."

I sigh and put my hand on the car door handle.

"I'm still not sure I want to do this. I'm scared, Hazza."

He put his arms around me.

"It's alright, sis. If anyone can save Boobear, it's you."

I nod the best you can in a bear hug. He releases me and I step out of the car. I look back at him.

" I'll ring you later, yeah?" He says. I nod, and swallow back tears. He drives away.

I turn and face the house. I tilt my head. If the yard was well kept, it would be a really pretty house.

I suck in a breath and walked up the steps to the front door. It takes everything I have in me to knock on the door.

"WHO IS IT?!" A rough voice calls from inside.

"M-my name is J-Jessica," I stutter nervously.

"JESSICA WHO?" The voice yells again.

I clear my throat. "Jessica Styles."

I hear footsteps and the door unlocks. A man who looks about a year or two older than me stands there. Maybe twenty-one? His hair is a mess, he smells like he hasn't showered in days, and I notice red marks on his wrists.

"Take a picture. It'll last longer." He says.

"I-I'm sorry." I say.

"Just shut up. You're Harry's sister, I guess. Come in, your room is upstairs, second door on the right." He says with a huff. He walks back into the living room.

I walk upstairs to my room to drop my bags off. I notice a picture of a beautiful girl with long, wavy brown hair. She must've been Eleanor.

I walk back downstairs, and pass Louis on my way to the kitchen.

Just what I thought.

A complete mess.

I get to work on cleaning it. When I'm about half-way through, Louis walks in.

"What the heck are you doing?" He asks.

"Cleaning. I'm going to be living here, too, and I'm not going to live in a pig sty. As for you, when was the last time you showered?" I stopped and placed my hands on my hips.

He scratched his head. "Maybe, last Saturday?"

I covered my mouth. "It's Sunday!" I said. "Go, shower and put on clean clothes. Comb your hair out, too. I can't imagine you're comfortable like that!"

He glared at me and walked out, but in a few minutes I heard a shower turn on.

And so began my life of living with Louis Tomilinson.