"No, dad! You can't do this! Why can't you see that I love him?!" You screamed and some tears fell down your face.
"He's bad for you, (Y/N)! I can see that he is that kind of guy that have more than one girlfriend. I don't want him to hurt you!" He almost screamed back.
"But, dad...!"
He slapped you.
"No, I have said my word. You are going to break up with that kid, or I'll, and that's not going to end well!" He shouted as the last word.
This is it. You had to brake up with Louis, or your dad gonna hit him.
*later that day*.
"Louis...." You said as a tear fell down your face.
"Babe, what's wrong, and what happened with you cheek?" He looked worried at you.
"We... We can't be together anymore" you said and put your head in your hands.
"What... W-why?"
"My dad doesn't like you, and he think you're bad for me. And he said t-that if I don't break up with you, he-he...he'll hit you." You said and started to cry.
"No (Y/N), we don't have to. We can fight this together" he said and tired to calm you down. You tried to look at him, but you couldn't.
"I'm sorry Louis , but I have to. Sorry. I love you." You said and walked out of his flat without looking back.
That was probable the hardest thing you have ever done.
"Happy?!" You screamed to you dad when you got home. You ran up to your room and shouted the door behind you. You have been in your room for days, only crying. You didn't want to talk to anybody, not even your best friend. You sat in your room as usual when you heard a sound out side your window.
"Tell me with your mind, body and spirit.
I can make your tears fall down like the showers that are British.
Whether we’re together or apart.
We can both remove the masks and admit we regret it from the start.
If you’re pretending from the start like this, with a tight grip, then my kiss.
Can mend your broken heart, I might miss everything you said to me.
And I can lend you broken parts, that might fit like this.
And I will give you all my heart.
So we can start it all over again."
You looked out the window and you saw Louis, and Niall with a guitar.
"That was beautiful, Louis." You said with a smile.
"But you have to go. My father can see you. And he will hit you."
"No, I'm not leaving until you come out here and we have fixed this." You smiled a little bit and rolled your eyes.
You walked in silent past your dad that watched TV. You hoped he will do it for a while. When you come outside, you run to Louis and give him a hug.
"I've missed you so much" you cried in his neck.
You was about to kiss him when your dad come out. He didn't look so happy.
"What did I say about this?!" He said and pushed me away from Louis.
"No! P-Please, don't hit him! I love him." You tried to push your dad away.
But he just pushed you away and you fell on Niall.
"I got you" he whispered. "Stay the fuck out of this, (Y/N)!" He shouted then he hit Louis in the face.
Louis fell on the ground. You turned your face into Niall's chest. When you looked at Louis again, he was on his feet again. You had to think fast.
"Call the police." You whispered to Niall.
And when your dad was about to hit him again, you went in between them. "If you want to hit him, you have to go past me." You almost didn't have time to say it before you felt a sharp pain in your face and someone that shouted your name, and everything went black.
"Dad, I'm moving to Louis" you said sleepy. Your face hurt and you winced in pain.
"Oh, thank god, you're awake!" You heard Louis
"You're with me now. Niall talking to the police about what happened, and they have control on you dad." You looked at Louis, right into the beautiful blue eyes.
"I love you, (Y/N). Don't ever leave my like that anymore"
You smiled "I love you too. And I will never leave you."
You kissed him. You could feel that he smiled between the kiss.
"Let's go in and pack all your stuff, so you can move in with me."
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One Direction Short Stoies
Teen FictionJust a bunch of self written short stories about you and a One DIrection member. If you want your name in this story, message me your name, age, hair and eye color, and other stuff that describes you. And if you have an idea of what you want it to b...