Shattered {AU Louis Tomlinson}

Chapter 9

A/N: This is under 1K & I'm sorry about that, but I have like 16 songs to memorize, homework that I don't want to do, and a tumblr that seems very appealing right now. Tell me what you think about Midnight Memories! {The album I meant not just the song(: } Somebody told me to update so, uh, here you go. Leave your feedback! (almost at 18K! Can I have 20 PLEASE!(: )

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"W-what?" I say, stuttering. I'm confused, but entranced. How could he know all of my story, my scars? I pull my hands back, covering up my scars. I must be dreaming

"I'm sorry, that a was a bit forward..." He starts, eyes wide and blood rushing in his ears.

"My, uh, sister, Lottie her name is, did what you did- she cut. I was supposed to be her big brother, I was supposed to protect her. She sat alone in her room at night, and she cut. She sat there in the dark, saddened by herself, disgusted by herself, and took a blade to her wrist to feel something, to feel alive, but it was killing her." His voice cracks when he says killing, and I think he's about to cry, but he just sniffles.

"Anyways, I, uh, found her one day. Crying and desperately trying to bring as much blood to the surface." He stopped there and looked up at me, eyes red, lip quivering.

"Is that what you did?" He asks, and he sees the confusion in my eyes.

"Did you try to bring up as much blood?"

"Yeah. Yea, I did." I whisper back, realization in my words.

"After finding her, and after a shit load of drama, therapists, and stress, I took a, uh, class."

"Class?" I ask, curious. Class for what exactly? Physics?

"Yes. I learned about the body language, the tones of voice, types of clothes, facial expressions, and some other things, of suicidal people. Well, not just suicidal; it included depressed, as in all types, and suicidal. It included some things about other mental illnesses, but I wasn't interested in that.

"Wait. S-So you knew that, um, I am the way I am, because you took a class?"

"After what happened with my sister, I promised myself that I would watch everyone. I would leave no person sad, alone, and cutting themselves. When I saw you, my first thought was 'She's beautiful' but then I saw your body language. You were rocking slightly on the balls of your feet, and fiddling with the ends of your hair."

I look down at my feet at this point. After years of sadness, and being alone, this guy, his name is Louis, comes along and just knows me. He's been in my dreams, and now he's here after I've only bumped into him one other time.

"And I thought, no way. Not someone as beautiful, as bright, as you. You don't deserve this."

How could this happen to me. Things like this don't happen to me. Ever. I bumped into him once, had a dream about him, and now we're here. And then that had me thinking.

"I bumped into you, like, a week or two ago. If you just said that you would watch everyone, why didn't you stop me that day?" I ask. How could this be happening?

"That day I was already late to a meeting with my vocal manager, Ed, and I wanted to stop, but I knew I couldn't. And I felt so awful about it after. I actually threw up, thinking about the fact that you could have been dying in your room, alone."

"And I was..." I mumble, but don't expect him to hear.

But he does, and lets out a chocked groan.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, I should have stopped. I could have been fucking late. I could have saved you."

"No." I speak, I know the truth.

I'm broken, unsalvageable.

"I'm shattered inside, Louis." I say, telling him exactly what I am.

"No. I can, and I will sure as hell, fix you. I will love you, I will kiss you, and I will see right through your lies, and I will glue you back together. A broken glass will never be the glass it once was, but once glued together, it's still a glass, in fact, a beautiful glass. I will fix you."

I'm crying, because no one has ever been so genuine with me. This may even be considered bliss.

And he leans in, with one of his hands on my cheek, one on the small of my back, and whispers one last time 'I will fix you'. It's barely audible, but it's there.

The worlds moving in slow motion, and his lips are on mine, soft, but chap, and I feel happy.