Sent From Louis // l.t.

4.8

Mallory: I really need to tell you something

Louis: ok what is it

Mallory: I'm sorry give me second

Louis: ok

Mallory: so this whole time I've know you I have never mentioned my parents besides the one or two times I did

Louis: yeah

Mallory: when I was about eight my family took daily bike roads down my road

Mallory: this was right before we moved

Mallory: my brother was thirteen and my sister was one

Mallory: my sister got sick and my brother too

Mallory: he offered to stay home and take care of her so my mom could get a bike ride and calm down

Mallory: I was still fine and I went on the bike ride with my mom and dad

Mallory: it was about sunset when a car came

Mallory: the driver was texting and didn't see my parents

Mallory: I was behind them by maybe ten feet because I stopped to see a turtle

Mallory: the driver swerved and hit them while going forty miles per hour

Mallory: the were pinned to a tree

Mallory: they were killed

Mallory: I was fine but I was just traumatized by the experience of watching my parent die

Mallory: the driver died too but her daughter was with her in the car

Mallory: her daughter survived

Mallory: and she's my best friend

Mallory: Anna's mom hit my parents and now they're the dead

Louis: are you ok Mallory

Mallory: no

Mallory: I'm crying in my grandmothers bath tub
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Mallory's POV

I had been crying in the bath tub. After telling him, I couldn't hold my tears in, and with the fact that I was sharing a bedroom with Anna, I had to hide.

Suddenly, the door was cracked open. It closed almost immediately. The lights remained off, but the shadow of someone could be seen.

"Mallory?"

It was Louis.

I sniffled, trying to keep the snot from running down my nose. "Louis?"

Suddenly, he was climbing in the bath tub, his face inches from mine. He had a sad smile on his lips and tears in his eyes. He didn't seem pitiful, but like he just wanted to make me happy again.
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Louis POV

"Louis?"

I had come to cheer her up. I knew I had to. Maybe she was an ugly cryer, but somehow, it was still beautiful. The thought of her smile, caused by me, after she cried made me happy.

"I'm here, Mallory. I'm here," I said. I was there for her, and I always would be. No matter what, I would always be there for her.

She continued to cry in my arms. It was comforting for me to know that I could be there for her.

"And I won't ever leave."
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THE EMO-TIONS ARE REAL

also I'm wearing a volley ball shirt even though I can't sport

xx Amelia