It's written in her body (Louis Tomlinson Fan Fiction)

Chapter 9: Hiding the truth

A/N: Hiiii!!! I just want to thank everyone who read my stories :) It still feels weird that my second fanfic is already finished :)

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*Prim's POV*

I'm laying in my bed, Louis called me several times, but I didn't pick up.

I'm not in the mood to speak to someone.

I told Alli that she has to tell Louis that my phone was broke and that I don't feel well, so he don't have to pick me up for school.

"Promise me you will call me when you need me okay?"

"Yes Alli, don't worry"

"But I am worried!"

"I just don't feel good, that's all"

"Okay, see you tonight?" I nod and she walks out of my room.

When I hear that she closes the door, I quickly run downstairs and lock the door. I don't want that he comes back.

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I'm watching SpongeBob SquarePants when I hear the doorbell.

I look at the clock, it's 8:54 am. Who could it be?

I freeze when I realize that it maybe can be my dad.

The bell rings again, but I don't respond.

Then they knock.

"Prim!? It's me, Louis! Let me in please?!" Louis yells while banging on the door.

Oh no! It's Louis, he knows I'm here, but he'll probably ask what happened yesterday.

I sigh and walk to the door.

I open the door and see a worried Louis standing.

"Oh my God! You're okay!" He says and hugs me.

"I thought something happened!"

"Didn't Alli call you?"

"Yes she did and she was worried too!"

That explains a lot!

"But what happened last night?" He says and I look at the ground.

"Well I dropped my phone and it's broken"

"But I heard someone talking, who was that?"

"That was the television"

"What were you watching?"

"Err..."

"Tell me what really happened!"

"I was watching tv! Why don't you believe me?!"

"'Cause I'm worried!"

I sigh, still not looking at him.

"Shouldn't you be at school?" I almost whisper.

"I'm not leaving before I get an explanation!"

"Whatever!" I say and walk back to the living room.

I sit down on the couch and crawl up in a ball.

I hear Louis walking in too.

He sits down next to me and strokes my back.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have yelled at you" He says.

"I'm sorry for being bitchy" I mumble.

"You're not being bitchy, and besides I was a dick"

"It's just that I..." I start, but I can't finish my sentence, 'cause I can't hold back the tears.