Save me (Louis Tomlinson fanfic)

Chapter 3

It was Louis Tomlinson!

Besides me totally Fan-girling I just sat there and waited for him to go to his humble home. After what seemed like an hour, but it was only a minuet, I finally spoke.

"I don't see the point why you had me get in the car, I mean I ran away."

"Whys that, love?" He asks looking at me. Did I really want to tell him? I have never trusted boys, so why am I telling him? He doesn't even know. I have promised myself to never trust a guy/boy and to never tell about my past. I broke one of my promises.

"Are you ok?" He asks me when I don't answer him.

Am I ok?

"Hello?" He says when I still don't answer.

Hi, I'm here! I just can't talk.

Talk Rebecca, the poor boy just wants an answer.

Idiot

That's what I am! An idiot

"I just don't want to talk about it..." I say trailing off.

"Ok then, 3 questions. 1: How old are you? 2: What's your name? 3: Would you mind going to me and Harry's flat and staying till you want to go home?"

I don't want to go home!

I narrow my eyes. "How did you know I know who you are?And I'm Rebecca, I'm 18. Sure I would love to go to you and Harry's flat!"

He smirks, "I just know!!!"

What is that suppose to mean?

LOUIS POV

After driving for 30 minuets I look over and see Rebecca is asleep.

She looks so cute.

Wait, why did I say that? If Eleanor saw me now she would hate me.

I picked up Rebecca and carried her inside. The guest bedroom was not ready so I put her in my bed.

Walking down stairs Harry stops me.

"Who is she?" He asks me. "Oh, Me and that girl got some in her hotel room. Thought I should bring her here to meet you guys. She's GREAT in bed!" I wink and Harry sends me a glare. I laugh, "I'm joking. I wouldn't cheat on Eleanor. Any ways, Thats Rebecca,she is 18, and she ran away!" I tell Harry.

"I know Rebecca, but her parents came and got her so why would she run away?"

"I honestly don't know," I say.

"I'm going to bed, Night Hazza!!!" I shrug it off before starting to walk up stairs.

"Night Lou!"

When I get to my room I totally forget she was in my bed. Well, I hope she doesn't mind that I'm going to lay with her. It's late, no time for me to clear off the guest bed, I'm not sleeping with Harry (1: People already think we are secretly dating. 2: He hits and kicks and punchs in his sleep), I'm not sleeping on the couch.

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