-----Violet's P.O.V.-----
I read the text a few time, trying to stay calm. Trying no to get mad, but it wasn't working. I open my mouth to say something to Louis who was currlently occupied, head in my lap with his eyes closed as a movie he picked out rolled across the TV. Instead of actually saying anything though, I chuck my nice iPhone right at the wall. This sents Louis sitting straight up and turning toward me. He looks into my eyes, a confused expression on him face as he looks to the phone now face down on the floor.
"What the fuck, Vi? I know you didn't want to watch this movie but it's not really that bad." he smirks, obviously knowing that wasn't the reason I angrily threw my phone at the wall. I get up and pace the room. Back and forth. Back and forth. He raises an eyebrow, standing as well to grab my hips and force them into his. I surprised, look up at him and meet his gaze. "Seriously though, what's wrong?" he asks, saying it in that Louis was, hinting he cared but not directly saying it.
"Kylie and my brother....h-how could they h-have..." I studder, not looking away from Louis.
"Fine, if you won't tell me I'm looking for myself." he shrugs, releasing me and walking over to where my phone lay. He gently picks it up and I'm in too much shock to even think about it being broken. "Your going to need a new phone, love." he says first, before gently taping the screen scrolling through things. I clench my fists, feeling so much anger and confusion coming over me. "He fucked her?!" Louis shouts after a long pause. I nod, not even caring enough to correct his use of language. "That's not fair, he told me I wasn't aloud to fuck you." I quickly glance back at Lou, smirking and joking at a time like this, and looking back down at my feet, re-sitting down on the couch and blushing a dark red.
"W-what?"
"He told me that if I fucked you he would put me back in that hospitial. He thinks he's so tough." Louis rolls his eyes, scoffing. How could he not be concerned for Kylie at all? Oh yeah, he didn't care about anyone but himself. And maybe me. Then I kind of realzied what he really said and blushed more. He looked over at me, I could see him out of the corner of my eye, smirking. "I can see you blushing." he chuckled, pecking my cheek. "So, what do you want to do? Should we go visit Kylie and see if she's okay about it?" I was relieved that Louis said something about Kylie. I haddn't even thought about this being a problem for her. She was probably scared and worried, and Niall being himself was probably being a jerk about it. I wondered if she had told anyone else.
"Yeah, can we go see her. I really need to talk to her." I mumble, still looking down just in case I was still red faced.
"Sure, in a little bit. Make sure it's okay with her that were going." Lou smiles, getting up and going into the kitchen. I smile at his back, loving him more than ever.
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I sat in Louis' expensive black car, on the way to Kylies. I was fidgiting like crazy. Louis had to have noticed by now, but chose not to say anything about it. I was nervous. Nervous about Kylie being pregnant, about Niall breaking Kylie's heart, about Louis and Kylie in the same room together considering Kylie and Louis weren't exactaly the best of mates. I still didn't understand why Louis wanted to come. But he had offered me a ride, which I gladly took because it was raining and cold, and then proceeded to ask if it was okay that he stay. And when Louis asks something like that, it's not really a yes or no question. He would have stayed even if I had said no, and I couldn't figure out why. I sat silently in the car, not really knowing what to talk about. I didn't feel like talking any how. Too much on my mind to speak, or listen, even to music. We pulled up to Kylie's driveway, and I started to nervously shake.
"Why are you nervous? Shouldn't Kylie be the one who should be nervous?" Louis asked, taking the keys out of the car and turning his body to face mine. I opened my mouth to speak but he seemed to read my mind. "Your just scared for your best friend." he ave me a little pity smile, then turned away, fiddling with his lip ring. I nodded even though he probably didn't see me nod, then I open the car door, ready to get this started because the sooner I got in there the sooner I wouldn't be shaking with nerves. Louis was quick to follow. He met me at the hood of the car, grabbing my wrists and pulling me close to him. He pressed his lips to mine gently, which wasn't really like him, and I hesitated before kissing back. The kiss immediatly relaxed me. I stopped shaking, moving my hands up to the back of his neck and lightly playing with they hair I could reach. I felt his smile against my lips, enjoying the sweet kiss as much as I was. His lip ring against my smooth bottom lips, his hands on my hips, everything was perfect. It seemed like forever until he finally pulled away, pecking my forehead. "Better now?" he asked, smirking down at me. I was speechless. I simply nodded. That kiss made me feel so loved, and that's all I could now think about. Louis kept one arm around my waist, leading me toward the door. Louis knocked on the door, which I was glad for, because I don't think I would be able to. The nerves were settling back in. I tried to calm myslef, taking Louis' arm off of my waist and holding his hand instead. I clutched it hard as the door swung open and an older girl opened the door with the bordest expression. Her expression changed though, after she looked at me with her usual face she gave me, and her eyes settles on Louis. Kylie's older sister Kayley was smiling way to wide, yet she still managed to look perfect. I had always been jealous of her, but I used to figure that was because she was 2 years older than me. That obviously wasn't the case, because I was stll jealous of the perfect looking 19 year old who ignored me, smiling and twisting her hair around her finger, gazing at my boyfriend.
