Fix A Heart: A One Direction Fanfic

High and Low

Leanne's POV:

"Are you two High?" Louis asks the question I was praying he would never ask me.

Everyone seems at a loss for words. My mouth is dry and I can't muster up enough courage to speak. Liam gazes out the window not wanting to face his friend who possibly feels betrayed. All of a sudden my mouth is watering, as are my eyes.

"Louis Listen please I ju-" Louis cuts me off mid sentence and He knows I hate that but I am in no position to be mad at him right now. Even though adrenalin is still pumping through my body from fighting.

"You smoked pot. With Liam? Leanne I cant believe you. Do you understand what you have fucking done. We will talk about this when we get back home, your staying at the House tonight with me and the lads." He speaks to me like I am a small child But i guess my behavior resembles that.

I simply nod my head and hold back the tears threatening to spill onto my pink cheeks.

See this what I do. I fuck up things for myself and other people. Then I leave the mess for someone to clean up. But who is going to clean this up? No one but me can. But how do I clean the perhaps more permeant stains? That is unknown to me.

The minute we pull into the oversized parking lot of Simons home for the boys Louis is out of the car and pulling me behind him. I'm sure everyone wants to see what happened, because the boys are all out of the car to and they are right behind us.

Louis flings the door open and grabs my arm to take me upstairs. But I really don't think I can make it up the stairs, i see three stairs for each stair there really is. He laughs at me.

"You're so shit faced you can't even get up the damn stairs Leanne! Do you see yourself right now. He pulled me over to the mirror in the living room so I could examine myself. I gasp at the girl in the mirror.

Covered in blood, that is for the most part not really mine. My hair is a birds nest on my head, and my side has this horrible pain in it.

Who am I?

Louis just continues to laugh at me as I examine the beat up girl in the mirror. It's like this is all a joke to him. I know I messed up but it's not funny.

"What is so funny?" I snap my head in his direction, giving him an evil glare.

"You Leanne. Your what is so damn funny. Here you are in London to do better, and you think you can go and smoke pot with the band members? No, we aren't going to throw away our lives like you did. We are successful, we strive for greatness. You think you can just float by in life, and everything will be ok. You obviously don't care about anything. And trust me i always try and keep a happy attitude and always crack jokes. But you take 'Fun' to a neww level."

Tears prick my eyes, but all my anger is directed towards Louis. I need to say something instead of standing here with my mouth open like an idiot.

"You know nothing about me Louis. Yes I smoked little pot with Liam. So what. You are so caught up in being famous you forgot that people make mistakes and we aren't perfect because we don't strive to be perfect, I strive to be who I am, if you don't like what I do, I don't care. Sorry."

"If you don't care, then why should I care about keeping this relationship going when I get hate about it every day. It's utter madness. We have not been a couple for a long time and we came out with our relationship before i belive we should have. I always stand up for you and I always make sure you are ok. I give you the best of me, I put you before me.  I try to protect you from hate. For what? For you to do things behind my back, and to not care about your image. For you to throw what I do for you away."

"Oh Louis I'm no Eleanor, so don't give me that bullshit."

That was most hurtful thing I could have said. And I want to take it back. But it's to late. Everyone is shocked by the rude statement, even I am shocked that I would every go there. It's a touchy subject with everyone.

"And I am no pot smoking douche bag who sleeps around. So if that's what you want, go be with nick. Because to him and every other guy, you are just another peice of ass." I know Louis wants to take that back to. But you can't take words back once they are said.

It's like my heart was torn from my chest and cut into tiny pieces. I want to screams, cry, and hide. But I can't. Instead I am standing here in front of Louis and his band mates in horror. I can't run and hide, I have to fight back.

"I hate you Louis." A single tear rolled down my cheek as the harsh untrue words left my dry throat. NO. No. No. I did not mean that.

Nothing. No reaction at all. He blankly looked down at me and then walked into the kitchen. I try to swallow the lump in my throat but it is rising with every second. Soon enough Louis walks back in with my keychain and drops the bundle of keys in front of me. But before he walks away he makes eye contact with me.

"I am so sorry I couldn't fix you Leanne. I really am."

That is all. He is so calm compared to my subconscious who is currently having a break down and screaming.

And with all of the strength in my body, i bend over and grab my keys from the white tile floor. My side screaming at me with every inch i move. I look at the boys i have become so fond of and smile.

"Tell Louis that i am so sorry that i am a lost cause." And with that i walked through the large door and into the cold of early morning. I barely make it to my car before the tears begin to poor like rivers. I slam my car door and finally let out the scream that has been begging to come out.

"FUCK!"

I slam my small bruised and battered hands against my steering wheel. My screams and sobs never ending.

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Louis' POV:

I sat in my dark bedroom and watched Leanne fall apart at the seems. Four hours, for four hours, Leanne screamed and cried while beating the shit out of her steering wheel. Finally the sun came up at 7:00 AM and she drove away. I wanted so bad to just go out and pull her out of her car and hug her on the floor while brushing my fingers through her soft hair. But i couldn't.

Because I am so done.

I give up.

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