Chapter 9- Fun, Fun, Let's Have Some Freaking Fun, Yeah?

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I woke up and saw Louis was gone.

I panicked and got up running up the stairs.

I couldn't find him.

I ran back down the stairs and he walked in through the back door.

"God, what are you doing?" I scolded.

"I was taking out the trash." His voice scratched.

"You shouldn't be up yet come on let's lay back down." I said wrapping his arm around my neck.

I laid him down and he looked at me.

"Louis your lip is bleeding again let me go get a bandage." I said rubbing his lip.

When I turned to get up he grabbed my arm.

"No...don't. Stay with me. Please" he said.

"Uh, ok." I said sitting back down with him.

He sat up and pulled me in between his legs. I felt his friend poke my back and I blushed.

"Oh yeah, Louis? Your mom said call" I remembered.

"I'll ring her later." He said.

"Are you feeling better?" I asked.

"Yeah a lot better actually, thank you." He said rubbing my thigh.

It felt so good there.

"I want to take you somewhere, get dressed." He said pushing me up.

"Are you sure Louis I mean you seemed really hurt." I warned.

"I'm fine, now go." His accent rang.

"If you say so." I said.

I walked up the stairs wondering what to wear.

"What should I wear?" I called down the stairs.

"Something sexy." He said.

I could tell he was smirking.

I pulled out a short blue floral dress stopping right below my bum that came with a brown belt. I straightened my hair and put on my knee high brown combat boots.

I walked down the stairs and saw Louis sitting on the couch with his black skinny jeans and white t shirt on.

He looked up, "Damn, you look hot babe." He said.

"Thanks." I said brushing my hair behind my ear.

We walked out to his car and I asked, "Where are we going?"

"Meeting up with some friends." He said getting in.

"Oh, what fun." I said sarcastically.

"Cheer up." He said.

We drove to a large house with people dancing on the front lawn and red plastic cups everywhere.

This ought to be good, dammit.

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