My Fucked Up Life *On Hold*

Intensity.

Louis Pov.

Uhhhhhhh I have no fucking idea what the hell is going on.

Why is Harry fighting?

Why is Ella crying her eyes out?

Why do I care?

Where am I taking her?

Why does Zayn tend to screw everything up?

Why am I mentally asking these questions?

I turn swiftly around to see a beaten Harry and quickly walk up to him.

' Bathroom.' Ella orders. Me and Harry exchange glances before giving her a stiff nod.

' And....please....just put me down. ' she writes looking to me desperately. I carefully put her down as she grabs our hands.

' Walk me there. I have no idea where it is.' she says honestly.

(A/N when it says "says" she wrote it but she is pretty much saying it.)

Me and Harry each take one of her hands and lead her down several hallways until we make it to the bathroom. She would keep looking over her shoulder to make sure Zayn wasn't following us....or that's what I'm guessing.

Harry led us into the girls bathroom and locked the door behind him.

Harry's Pov.

I watched as she slowly walked to the pepper towel dispenser and pulled a couple out. Louis made his way into a stall and did his business as she wet the paper towel with warm water.

She carefully pushed me to sit on the counter and ordered for me to take my shirt off (A/N- I'm sure you all get that she wrote that but just to let you know....). Her cheeks blazed a bright red once I did as told and she shyly started to clean the dried blood and opened cuts. This was a moment that I would like to look at her better. Her eyes were slightly closed ... I'm guessing she really does wear contacts. I never found it....I was just messing around before....Zayn came.

Her dark brown hair with blonde highlights was pulled into a messy bun on top of her head. She had on red lipstick that brought out her dark blue eyes. She wore a loose sweater with skinny jeans and some uggs.

She is stunning.

She stopped rubbing the cuts and her eyes met mine. She opened her mouth as if to say something but quickly shut it.

What has her so messed up so that she refuses to talk?

She tore her eyes from mine as her cheeks started to heat up again and began to go through her backpack. She pulled out a box of band aids and waved them in my face.

'Always be prepared'

She says pointing a finger at me jokingly and a smile found its way to my lips. She easily applied the band aids and stared at my tattoos. Her delicate fingers traced the butterfly across my chest and her eyes met my dazed ones.

' Sorry. '

" Uhhhhhh.....it's fine." I say snapping out of it and putting my shirt back on. She began to throw away my bloody tissues and band aid wrappers. I don't know when exactly it was that Louis had come out but he stared at me with such.....anger? I furrowed my eyebrows at him and he just shook his head and walked over to Ella and grabbed her hand, leading her out of the bathroom. I rolled my eyes and shook my head before grabbing her bag and following shortly after.

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A/N- Heyyy guy's and gals. In case you didn't get my author notes throughout the story.... When someone says "Ella says" "she says" exclaims, yells, or anything of the sort she actually wrote it. I just don't want to write "Ella grabbed her notepad and began to write 'blah blah blah' Before showing it to so and so" because that will just be annoying for the both of us so. now that it's cleared up....Don't forget to Vote and Comment . Keep reading and I'll see you throughout the screen. 0_0 lol jp.

-Mary