Let Me Kiss You (A Louis Tomlinson Fanfiction)

Chapter 8

A/N WARNING What you are about to read had been used many a time. But I like it. It fits me in real life (except I don't cut. You'll see)

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Julia POV

Oh no. Louis looking at my wrist. Only Dyandra knows my secret. My past and my problems. Louis's going to hate me.

"What is that?" Louis said quietly, but I felt his anger. Probably disgust.

"It's nothing. When I was in eight grade, I fell over and scrapped up my arm. I'm clumsy." I said unconvincingly, giving him a fake smile. Please believe me.

"Julia. Don't lie. Did you fall? Is that really what happened?" Louis muttered barely above a whisper now. He seemed so angry and sad. Why would he be sad? I'm disgusting. I'm ugly. I'm-

"Julia, answer." Louis said really loudly, making me jump and tears form in my eyes. We got a lot of weird looks, and my lap all of the sudden became very interesting.

"You. You don't need to worry Louis. Ok? It isn't your problem." I choked, tears threatening to spill. I'm in public. And in front of a guy who will never like me if I tell him about my... issue.

"Julia please. Just tell me. Why are there scars on your wrist?" Louis pleads to me, hand under my chin, lightly pulling me to look at him. His eyes are clouded with sadness and I look down and his hand grasps my hand.

"I'm messed up. I don't need to explain myself to you." I snap at him and pull my hand away from his grasp. I don't want him around right now. I want to be in my room. In the dark. Crying. I can't stand feeling like this.

"You can tell me anything." Louis said softly. I almost said everything. Not in public though.

"I'll tell you later Louis." I sigh, looking at him.

(Here's the overused part. Please no judging)

Louis grabs my left hand and examines my scars. He traces a finger over each one. I haven't cut since sophomore year, so most scars are almost gone.

"I don't know your reasoning. I don't know your background." Louis said, bringing my wrist to his lips. He looks straight into my eyes and kisses one of my scars. "But you're amazing." He kisses another one "And beautiful" and another "And talented." Tears roll down my cheeks, but I don't make a noise.

"Whatever happened, I want you to know that your wonderful, Julia. And bad things should never happen to you." Louis says softly. I smile while tears fall down my face.

"Thank you." I whisper. Louis takes my hand in his and pulls me up.

"Where are we going?" I ask Louis as we walk. He has a grin on his face and his blue eyes are sparkling.

He looks straight at me and says "Somewhere you'll love."

We walked over to the theater and Louis stops at a bench. "Sit here. The movies a surprise." Louis tells me. I sit down and whine about how much I hate surprises. Louis chuckles at me and walks off. I watch Louis walk off and order the tickets. He's amazing. He really is. And not for the whole he's famous crap. I really like him for him. Being an amazing singer is just a plus.

"Ok. Come on." Louis says, pulling me back to reality. I hadn't even realized he came back. He grabs my hand and pulls me up, walking hand in hand into the theater.

"Close your eyes." Louis tells me, and I do. He leads me into a room and he sits down. As soon as we sit down, the movie starts. I then hear girls screaming and see SYCO in gold letters on the screen. I look over at Louis and he's smirking.