Love Is Complicated {A Louis Tomlinson Fan Fiction}

I watched the boy in the stripes being punched and kicked in the hallway. He was pinned against the lockers, not able to do anything. He gave up, standing there on the verge of tears. They called him words like "gay." They would punch and kick him, even slamming their own bodies on his.

"Wan't some of this, gay boy?" One of them yelled.

That was it. I couldn't let him be bullied any longer.

I was about to confront the biggest jocks, losers, and bullies in school. I walked up to the one that said that and slapped him, hard.

"Leave the kid alone." I frowned.

"Slut." He muttered, pushing me out of the way.

"You did NOT just go there!" I yelled, kicking him where the sun doesn't shine. He yelped out in pain, waddling away. I turned to see the boy bleeding on his left temple. "C'mere." I said, opening my arms. He cried a bit into my shoulder.

"Let's fix you up." I said once he let go. I walked next to him in silence. I realized he was about a half foot taller than me. I eventually arrived at my locker.

"I always keep a first aid kit in my locker." I said. He kept silent. I took a rag and got it wet by spraying water on it. I gently wiped away the blood. He would wince from time to time, but would be fine. I put a bit of healing cream on the wounds, then placed a skin-colored bandage on them. I looked up into his blue eyes, realizing that they were brighter than before. "T-Thanks." He mumbled. "I'm Louie."

"Emily." I smiled up at him. He had his hand placed on his temple, covering the bandage.

"D-Do you mind staying with m-me until they s-stop?" He studdered. I felt bad for the kid.

"I'll stay with you as long as you want." I grinned.

"Thank you." He pulled me in for a hug. I gladly hugged him back.

"C-Can I get a ride?" 

"Course!" I replied, taking his hand. We walked out into the parking lot. I was glad school was over. "Where to?" I asked once we climbed in my blue jeep.

"M-My parents kicked me out." He said, bringing his knees to his chin.

"Mine won't be mad if you stay the night." I pulled out of the parking lot and started down the road. Louis kept wincing and clutching his head, but he would eventually stop. I took his hand in mine and kept driving.

After about two minutes, we arrived at my house. I drove the car into the garage, opening my door and climbing out. Louis climbed out and joined me at the door. I opened it and my mum greeted me, wide eyed.

"Emily, darling, why is there a boy here?" She asked. 

"Uh, he was getting hurt by a handful of people at school and I kinda saved him, and his parents kicked him out so he needs somewhere to stay." I explained.

"Alright, show him to the guest room." She sighed, walking back over to the counter. I took Lou's hand, jogging up the stairs. I turned to the door next to mine, then walked out of the way. Louis walked forward, plopping face-first on the bed. "I'm tired." He mumbled. I ran into my parents room and took one of my dad's shirts and sweatpants. I tossed them onto the bed, then walked out of the room. Five minuted lates, Louis called for me to come back in. He was laying on the bed under the covers. I smiled, tucking him in. He rolled over, closing his eyes. "Goodnight Em."

No one has called me Em since- nevermind.

"Night Lou." He gave a small smile. I walked out of the room and pulled on a pair of sweatpants and a snug red shirt. It wasn't that late, so hopefully Lou will wake up in time for dinner. Speaking of dinner-

"EMILY, DINNER IS READY!" I heard my mum call from downstairs. I jogged down the stairs and filled two plates with the pasta. I jogged back up, walking into Louis's room. "Lou?" I softly said. He sprung awake, breathing heavily.

"It's just me, don't worry. I brought dinner!" I said on the verge of a whisper. He sat up then I handed him his plate. He took it willingly then began to inhale the pasta. He must have been hungry.

By the time I was done, Louis was asleep again. I took the plates back down the stairs. Louis was starting to worry me. I hope he's ok.

The next morning, I walked sleepily into Lou's room. He stirred, looking at me wide-eyed.

"It's ok. It's just me." I said, sitting down on the bed. He sat up, scratching the side of his head.

"It's Saturday, right?"

"Yup!" I said happily. He made a little noise, curling up in a ball. I cocked my eyebrow. "They always come for me on Saturdays, no matter where I am." He mumbled, a tremble in his voice.

"I'll protect you." I placed my hand on his knee.

"Promise?"

"Promise."

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