Goal || Louis Tomlinson fan fic (ON HOLD)

Chapter 3:

When I got home, I immediately saw my brother, Josh, and his friends playing catch with a baseball. "Hey guys" I greet, at one point- I probably looked like those model girls in those beer commercials when they got off the motorcycle, well- that made me feel giddy.

But then, I'm not as hot as them so... POOF! there goes my self-esteem.

"Hey Am" my bro says, not even bothering to stop playing their boring game- Nah, I'm kidding, awesome game of catch. My eyes are fixed on the ball as I slowly walk toward the door, pretend to atleast. When I see the ball thrown by my dad's long arm, I immediately step in front of Josh and catch it before it hits his face. A smile has made itself to my face, and as I turn around- Josh is frozen. It's like he was on pause until I started laughing.

"Great catch MiMi" Dad compliments, Mimi is a weird and cute nickname, but I like it. "Mimi?" I laugh, I was genuinely happy- I felt light. Bleh- After continuing their game of catch, we head back inside. My mom comes in the kitchen exactly the time as we do- then my happiness diminishes.

It's not that I hate my mom, it's just that she has a better relationship with other kids and guys- basically, everyone but me. Oh well.

"Hey guys!" her cheery and icy-ish voice, beams. She sends as a wide grin making her look like those creepy looking dolls that had to much botox. Ugh- why am I so mean? Am I talking to myself? Yes. Yes I am.

We respond with our usual boring 'Hey's'' and I head up to my room. I am way too tired to play any sport or even eat! NO. Nope, I'm definitely eating. And here goes my imaginary conversation with me, myself, and I.

I changed into my red pajamma's and a simple, huge, white shirt that had 'DREAM' written all over it. I look at the clock and it's only 7 PM. The light outside had already faded and you could see the sky covered in little patches of clouds. So much for 'Cloudless Sky'.

I check on my twitter account, then my tumblr account, then YouTube because I'm bored. When I got bored of that too, I look out my window- looking left and right like crossing the road and climb out.

I was bored. My bare foot touching the hard, tiled roof, then the other. I stood there just adjusting myself to the cold breeze. Goosebumps covered my arms as I rubbed them in hope for warmth- I obviously failed in that.

There's something that warms you... it's portable and wearable too! It's called a jacket, My subconscious mocks.

I was too lazy to go back inside- fully, so I just let half of my body fall back inside and dragged a blanket from the floor, my shirt going up to my chest. I pulled it up to me and used it to cover everything.

I star-gazed, for God knows how long, until I saw a familiar guy walking on the street, in front of our porch. His head was low, a bunch of guys crowded around him. I could hear their loud laughs as they walked, I say familiar faces. Example, Kyle Rake.

Apparently, the familiar frame was obviously Louis, I wasn't able to see much from my distance but I could easily see the irregular dark splotches on his arms and face.

Did they just beat him up?

Impossible. I shook my head, but then I looked closely- they were walking so slow- Louis had some blood dripping of his lip. Oh God, my jaw clenched.

It was enough that he was beaten up, those douches tripped him, letting him fall to his knees. I gasped, I've had enough.

I slid down the roof and hoped that I was going to land on my feet, Nope- landed on my hands and knees. Close enough.

My sudden presence caught their attention and Louis gave me a look, as if to tell me to leave. I sent him a stern look as I walked toward them. I still had a blanket wrapped around me- Two reasons, One- It's cold, Two- I removed my bra...

"What the hell do you guys think you're doing?" I bark, clutching the clothe on my chest.

"Having fun, right guys?" One of them responded, I think his name was Ken.

The group cheered whilst Louis stood up, brushing dirt off of him. I looked at him closely, he had a busted lip, dirt covered his white shirt and some mud smeared on his face. There were little dots of red on his shirt and a dark circle covered his eye.

I inhaled deeply, "How dare you guys do this?" I yell, anger boiling inside me.

They keep quiet, me glaring at each of them. Kyle was avoiding my gaze, "You!" I pointed at him accusingly.

He looked up at me but looked away immediately, "You did this didn;t you?" I say in disgust as I stomped in front of them- him mostly.

"I-I.. Uh" he scratched the back of his neck. I wasn't able to keep up with my brain was thinking, the next thing I knew- my hand had a light burning sensation and his face was twisted to my left. I slapped him, my anger getting the best of me.

His jaw clenched, me not knowing what to feel. Was I scared? Scared of him hurting me because of his anger.

He turned to me, his hazel eyes turned to a color near black. "What is it about him!? Huh?" He shouts and I'm taken back.

"He's new, Like me! I'm an athlete and he's not! I'm popular, he's not! SO what is it? Huh?" He yells in my face, I take a step back and he takes a step toward me. The group was watching us, I regained my composure- I worked hard for my reputation. I'm not letting anything breaking it.

"BECAUSE HE'S MY BOYFRIEND!"