You always wore long sleeve because you were always scared Louis would see your old scars from years ago that weren't actually years but mere months. They were from after you feel into a dark depression that you couldn't come out of,your old boyfriend came back and started beating you. But you soon found light after you met Louis William Tomlinson. He brought you out of that dark hole you though you would never get out of but you know what they say what's done in the dark will always come to the light.
"Y/n isn't it hot in here?" Louis says fanning his face with his hands. It was 2 weeks into the summer in California and it was hot as hell outside and inside since the AC broke about a hour ago.
"Not really" but in reality you were burning up the long t-shirt you were wearing was suffocating you. Small beads of sweat rolled down your face as you sat on the brown leather couch.
"Are you sure from what I see it looks like you are about to pass out!" He says jokingly taking a seat next to you. He took off his tee shirt his chest is covered in a thin layer of sweat. Like it was a normally thing you began to tug your sleeves down praying Louis doesn't notice...he does.
"Sweetheart are you okay?" He says eyeing you as stop your tugging at the light purple shirt.
"O-oh nothing babe it was irritating me" you say cursing yourself for stuttering.
"Then go change" he says bluntly smiling in which you returned a small one but it had no feeling attached to it.
"I can't"
"Why not?" That question made your mind go blank you couldn't think of anything so you didn't answer the simple question.
"Y/n are you not gonna answer me" he says turning his flushed face towards you. You looked anywhere but at him making him suspicious of what was wrong with you.
"Y/n...you know what it's okay just forget it." You felt the weight on the couch be lifted and the sounds of pattering feet on the hard wooden floor fade away. You let go of a breath not realizing you were holding it the entire time.You lifted up the sleeves reliving the moments you wish could be forgotten but you can't forget moments that made you life hell. You can't forget moments like this that is permanently marked on your melanin skin. Each scars has a story a pain filled one at that the horrid nightmares will always be there. The times you cursed your life for how bad it was or the time you almost took your life will be there. That dark hole of depression is still there but not as bad as from months ago. You soon got up going to the room were Louis sat their glaring angrily at the tv screen.
"Louis" you says meekly shying away from his harsh glare that he shot you way.
"What do you want?!" He says causing you to flinch physical away at his mean demeanor.
"I was just gonna tell you something" you said entering the room slowly taking your shirt off climbing into the bed.
"These scars are the reason I didn't want to take my shirt off." You held your arms out in plain view. Louis eyes glossed over as he saw the many scars that had scattered over your skin. The art that you once thought was beautiful was now ugly and a heavy burden that is stuck with you. Louis leaned in kissing every scar whispering I'm sorrys.
"Why are you sorry?" You say softly when Louis finished looking you right in the eyes. He gripped you face kissing them softly.
"For the times I couldn't be there for you and how all that pain and suffering cause you to tear your skin open with a razor blade!" He says once again kissing your lips.
"Louis you saved me" you say cuddling him closely.
"How?"
"You made me realize that I'm important and I'm needed in this word even when I thought I wasn't."
"I guess you can call me Superman huh?"
"That's accurate but the thing is I'm the only one you should be saving" you say giving a playful wink.
"Your right I love you now get some sleep." He says kissing your forehead.
"Alright love you...Superman"
"Love you too...Superwoman"
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What's your favorite superhero?
Mines is Batman because he doesn't have to use superpowers to kick ass! Plus black is my favorite color.
