My Hope (Louis Tomlinson FanFic) *Completed*

Chapter 11

*Kayla's POV*

     I woke up in the extra bunk of the bus. Liam had shown me it and told me it was mine to use while I was with them. A change of clothes was folded by my feet. Looking around, I realized that all the boys were gone.

     I dragged myself out of the bunk and towards the bathroom, the clothes in hand. Today I was going down to the police station with Paul to talk to the police about my father. This being said, I needed to get myself ready.

     I hopped in the shower, washing out the knots in my hair. I could smell ashes coming from my hair, turning the water black. I added shampoo and conditioner to my hair, brushing it out with the brush that had been used to brush my hair when I was asleep. I got out of the shower, wrapping a towel around myself and one around my hair. I washed my face of all the dirt that had taken residence on it, clearing my face up.

     A knock sounded on the door, startling me. I tightened the towel around my body a bit before opening the door just a crack. A woman with white/blonde hair stood there, a small bag in her hand.

     "Hi, honey. You're Kayla, right?" she asked. I nodded my head timidly. She smiled at me, sticking her hand out.

     "I'm Lou, the boy's stylist. Louis asked me to come help you get ready to go to the police station, okay?" I once again nodded, feeling better knowing that this lady knew the boys. She smiled, handing me a robe. "Go ahead and put that on and I'll just help you out. I have it set up in the living room." I nodded again, shutting the door to put the robe on.

     I came out of the bathroom and walked into the living room, my hair still up in the towel. Lou was standing behind a spinning chair, her phone in hand. She looked up and smiled when I came in timidly.

     "So, from what I've heard from Louis and Liam and from what I've seen, you're absolutely beautiful." I shook my head. She just laughed and ushered me to the chair. I took a seat and she pulled my hair from the towel, letting it fall way past my shoulders. Lou pulled something from the table, turning it on. I jumped when I felt hot air on the back of my neck. Lou laughed. "It's just a blow-dryer, honey. Don't worry."

     After she finished blow drying my hair, it fell in a lump of knots down almost to my waist. Lou picked it up, examining it.

     "Did you try to cut your hair?" she asked me, looking at some of the shorter patches of hair that went a little past my shoulders. I shook my head. I had accidently burned part of my hair in the oven when I was 15 trying to make father dinner, and it hasn't grown back. "Okay...I wasn't going to do a full blown anything today, but I came early just in case. Do you think it'd be okay if I cut it?" she asked.

     I thought about it for a moment. I like how long my hair is, but it does look horrible with parts of it being the way it was. I just nodded my head, causing a smile to light up Lou's face. She squealed and brought a pair of scissors and a brush out of her bag, getting started.

-1 hour later-

     I looked in the mirror of the bathroom, barely recognizing the girl I was staring at. My hair was the cleanest it has been in years, and it went a little past my shoulders. My bruises were covered by concealer and foundation on my face and neck. Lou left the ones on my arms alone as evidence for the police. My makeup was natural, the eyeliner and mascara making my green eyes pop.

     I was wearing a black tank top, black leggings and a white jacket covered my arms. Whites shoes clad my feet. Just looking better than I had gave me a whole new boost of confidence. The boy's doctor had come in and put my foot in a grey boot, giving me the okay to walk on it, as long as I rest it at night.

     "The boys were right," Lou said, coming up behind me. I looked at her reflection in the mirror. "You are extremely beautiful."

     I smiled and hugged her. The action surprised both her and myself, as I got out of my comfort zone and actually had willing made contact with a person. Lou chuckled and hugged me back lightly.

     "I'm taking that as a thank you. You're welcome," she said. I nodded my head on her shoulder.

     But the confidence would only last so long before it left.