Through the Dark | LT

Chapter 9

Louis immediately grabbed me, his right arm encompassing my waist. He roughly tugged me out of the bathroom, and in the process, I dropped my razor. Louis carried me to the daybed and sat me down. "Megan." He repeated, the same stern features that he had shown a few moments ago, present on his face. This side to Louis scared me. It made me submit to him- and because of that, I would open up and obey him... He had me wrapped around his finger, and I couldn't do anything to stop it.

"Megan." Louis repeated for the third time, this time hissing impatiently at me. I looked up to see his eyes gleaming down at mine angrily, but still with a sense of care and concern. I replied weakly to Louis, "What...?" He looked at me, and he could tell that I was scared around him right now. "Meg... I hate being this way. I hate intimidating you... But it's the only way that I can get you to open up. It's the only way you talk." I looked at Louis and replied, "No it's not. Liam talks to me gently, and I talk to him. You don't always have to be so rough." As soon as the words left my mouth in my last sentence, I regretted it. I started something that wasn't going to end in my favor, and I knew that.

"I'm stern and rough with you because it pisses me off to see you like this, so alone and helpless! It pisses me off that I can't take it all away. It pisses me off when you mess up, and it really pisses me off when you get all insecure, because you're beautiful. It kills me to see you like this! And it pisses me off because there's nothing I can do about it." Louis looked at me with passion in his eyes, and I looked back up at him. "I can't deal with you right now, Louis..." I said, grabbing my blanket and pillow, and going to sleep on the couch. I sniffled deeply as I exited the room, passing out on the couch because of emotional strain and being physically tired.

I woke up to see myself in a room that I had never been in before. I slowly got up out of a king size bed to see Harry's old Jack Wills sweatshirt laying sprawled on the ground- I was in his room. As if on cue, he entered. "Meg... Good to see you're awake!" He shut the door behind him and sat next to me. There was a feeling of tenseness in the air, and I was eager to know why. "Listen... I just want you to know that we're all here for you through this-" I cut Harry off by standing up and running my fingers through my brunette waves, frustration visible in my attitude. Harry grabbed my wrist and pulled me back next to him, and he held me there so that I couldn't get up. "Who told you..." I growled, and Harry stared at me, shocked at the energy I was giving off. He stayed silent, twiddling his thumbs and looking at the ground. "Who!" I hissed at him, and he hesitated.

"Louis..."