Goal || Louis Tomlinson fan fic (ON HOLD)

Chapter 4:

"What?" His face contorted with something that reminded me of disgust and disappointment. "What? Why?" His voice becoming weaker by the second.

" I mean- he's my guy friend. Got'em mixed up y'know" I stutter, why did I just say that? Oh God..

" N-No, you said it loud and clear" he took another step towards me and I immediately feel cornered. No. No.

" Mistake, that's all she ever did and what she ever will be" Louis suddenly spoke, his words stinging me badly.

Kyle turns back to him and stomps toward him, gathering his collar with both hands, "what'd you say?" his words a little muffled from his teeth. I need to stop him, them, it. but I couldn't even move, frozen in place, I watched as Louis spat at his face and as his fist connected to Louis' jaw. I gasped and snapped out of my trance and ran over into them.

"Stop! Please stop! Don't hurt him!" I yelled, pulling his hands away from the already bleeding Louis.

Why does everything have to end in beating people?.

Wasn't that how you became feared off? My subconscious mocks and I gulp as I stood in between Kyle and Louis.

"Stop, please just leave him alone, whatever he says, just let him be" I say and Kyle's eyes glare behind me. "Stay out of this" he grits and I'm shoved to the side, landing on my knees, I realize that it was Louis who shoved me.

I'm on the edge and beyond irritated, "WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT FOR?" I cuss once I'm on my feet. My fists are tight on my sides and my pajamas are stained with mud.

"Leave! Fucking now! I don't give a fuck about you! Fuck off, you- you whore!"  he had seemed hesitant but his outburst simply stung. I was so mad that I was panting, he was infuriating!

"Fin! You know what? fuck it, fuck you Tomlinson! I won't give a fuck, go ahead and beat him up for all I care" I say, flailing my arms to express what I meant. I turned on my heel and stomped off inside my house. How dare he? In was halfway to the door when I hear Kyle laugh and say something that sounded like I told you so before I heard him call my mame.

I reflexively turn around and atop myself from face palming myself. "What?" I snapped.

He had a triumphant grin on his face, "See yah tomorrow!" he said and I feel a scowl push it's way onto my face before I stomp back to the door. He called me just to say that? Obnoxious idiot.

Well that settles it then, No more Louis. Fuck it and fuck him. I am not risking this tall reputation I've built and maintained, along with my guards and walls around me just for him. I hurriedly jog up the stairs back to my room avoiding the questions and calls of my brother.

I forcefully slam my door behind me and strip of my pants, scratching my legs with my nails in the process and pull on another pair before throwing the stained one in the hamper.

I shove the curtains down and lift my shirt off before clasping my bra, a deep scowl still etched on my face. I could hear laughter from outside but I force myself to ignore it. I pull on another shirt then a huge cardigan that belonged to my huge aunt anyways, it was really big honestly but it still fit at my arms... though it ended at my knees, it was comfortable.

My anger was still there but it had already lessened. My chest started feeling pressure and goosebumps raised from my skin, the two signs that I'm about to cry. I hated crying, it's a sign of weakness. of giving up.

I took a deep breathe and closed my eyes before deciding on calling my best friend, he'll probably know what to do in these situations- but the he's a guy... Maybe I'll call Alex.

But then she said she needed to get to a party tonight... damn it. I'm calling Harry then.