Yours (Louis Tomlinson)

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Louis POV

I nodded at Rebecca's statement. I got why Phoebe was being so challenging. She didn't want to open up to people because they'll judge her. Rebecca left to get coffee, so now seems like a good time to go in. I grip the handle and turn it. She forgot to lock the door.

"Phoebe?" I ask.

"Yeah, I'm in here." She says. I walk over to the couch and sit on the other end, away from her. She's resting her head on her hand and looking out the window. Her hair is all over the place and has random waves in it. She still looks like Phoebe, though. I'm just used to her when she's put together.

"So," I start and she jumps.

"Sorry." I say when she turns.

"Just a bit jumpy." She says. I look at her face and frown, unintentionally.

"What?" She asks. Oh you know, you're pale, and you look sick. Your eyes are bright red. You look like death.

"Nothing." I lie and she rolls her eyes.

"I know. I look like hell. You can tell me." She says and I smile.

"You look like hell." I say and she hits my arm.

"Hey, you wanna kick the wall?" I ask and she raises her eyebrow at me.

"You know, the ball, at the wall, at my place, across the...way." I say refusing to rhyme and sound like an idiot.

"You could have said hall, I wouldn't have made fun of you." She says and I shrug.

"So, do you wanna?" I ask and she nods.

"I could use to get some of my anger out." She says. I stand up quickly, bow, and stick my hand out. She laughs and takes it. I ignore the warmth I feel when I take her cold hand. Mine must be really warm. I lean back up and pull her, guiding the way to the flat across the way.

"Louis!" She whines and I laugh.

"You're such a dork." She says. I see Rebecca coming up as we get across the way and ignore the girl. Im not sure why, but I do. I have a feeling Phoebe didn't even see her friend as I pulled her through my door. I get the ball on the floor and throw it at her.

"Ompf." She complains when she catches it against her chest.

"Sorry..." I trail off and she shakes her head.

"Stand back." She says and drops the ball on the floor. Her leg is in the air seconds later, whipping back down to propel the ball against the brick. It crashes and flings back to her. She catches it with her leg and repeats the step. This continues for several minutes until the ball rolls slowly away from the wall. Phoebe falls to the floor quickly and grabs her ankle.

"Fucking...son of a bitch that..." She mumbles random swears and rubs the area. I run over and kneel next to her.

"Phoebe? Are you okay? What's going on?" I ask and she ignores me. I bend my head down and see she's crying and staring at her foot.

"Hello?" I ask and wave my hand in front of her face. She shoves me and I lose my balance.

"Hey! Don't take this anger out on me. Are you going to tell me what happened or sit on the floor crying?" I ask and she snaps her head up.

"It's nothing. I'm going home. Thanks for the shots." She says and goes to stand up. She gets on her good foot and tries to stand. She falls forward and I catch her in my arms. She looks up at me and I can't read the expression on her face.

"Sorry." She whispers and tries to push off of me. I hold her arms and her eyes connect with mine again. I pull her into a hug and she stays locked. I'm not sure what makes me hold her, but I can't just let her hobble her way across the hall.

"Sorry." She whispers again.

"Phoebe stop apologizing." I say and she shakes her head.

"Sorry-okay." She says and I chuckle.

"Let me help you back." I say. I wrap her arm around my shoulder and mine around her hip.

"Well this is an odd turn of events." I joke and she laughs lightly.

"So what did happen to your ankle and why is it so messed up?" I ask as I start walking slowly to the door.

"I told you, I messed it up." She says quietly. Her grip on my shoulder gets tighter when I slow down.

"Louis, keep walking." She says and goes to take another step. I stop her and she glares at me. Her expression softens.

"How?" I ask and she rolls her eyes. She's been doing that a lot.

"It was nothing, lets go." She says.

"Are you alright?" I ask.

"No." She states and I nod.

"Do you wanna talk about it?" I ask.

"No." She repeats.

"Do you not trust me?" I ask.

"No, I just want to get some ice on my ankle and maybe drink my coffee that Rebecca is bringing back." She says.

"Let's go." I say and begin helping her again. It takes numerous steps and one almost topple before we get to her door.

"Alright?" I ask and she nods.

"Stop asking me." She says and I chuckle. The door handle connects with my hand and I open the door.

"Hey guys." Rebecca says and her face shifts from humor to worry.

"What happened?" She asks.

"Ankle." Phoebe answers and Rebecca nods calmly. I guess this happens a lot.

"Where are we going?" I ask.

"Uh, I should be fine." She says and lets me go. I leave her hip and she goes to put her foot down. I leave my arms out as she steps away. At one point, she looks like she's about to fall, so I rush over and hold my arms out again. She gently puts my arm down and gets to the couch.

"Thank you." She says and I turn to see Rebecca grinning suspiciously at me. I better get out of here, and I do.