Nicole's POV
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I woke up to a person lightly shaking my shoulders.
"Love? Are you ok?" The strange man asked.
"Uh... Yeah, I'm fine." I replied, smiling softly at him.
"Sure you are. Like, everyone sleeps in alleys!" He joked.
I chuckled at him and smiled.
"Hey, I'm Nicole. What's your name?" I stuck out my hand for him to shake. He lightly took my hand and shook it.
"My name's Louis. Louis Tomlinson."
My eyes widened. I had been to one of his concerts last month. He's in One Direction! Not to mention he's my favorite.
"Oh my gosh! I love your band!" I stood up and hugged him. I know, I know, that's kinda creepy but hey, wouldn't you do it too?
"Whoa there love!" He exclaimed, lightly falling back and raping his arms around me. I snuggled my head into his chest, because I was so dang short, that was where I reached. He squeezed me once more then pulled away.
"So, would you mind telling me why you were sleeping here?" He asked. I paused and only looked at him, trying to send him the message that I didn't want to talk about it.
"It's nothing really," I looked at my shoes, quickly thinking of a lie. "I just got into a fight with my parents about something stupid and ran away. I was just heading back as soon as I woke up." He looked at me unconvinced.
"Oh reallly?" He said, rolling the L. I looked at him then quickly shifted my eyes back to my shoes. If I make eye contact then I'll surly break, and I don't want him to take me to the orphanage or something! That's the whole reason i didn't go with that lady! I'm so not going to a care home. There's probably snotty girls who think they're better than me, and idiotic boys! I'll probaly never get fed, and starve!
"Y-yeah." Oh no! I stuttered! MY LIFE IS OVER. HE'LL KNOW I'M LYING AND DUMP ME AT AN ORPHANAGE.
"You're lying."
"No I'm not!"
"Yes you are."
"No I'm not!"
"Yes you are!" He said in a nasally little girl voice, I guess trying to imitate
"I don't sound like that." I said, sticking my head up and pretending to be angry, and also immediately regretting it as his blue eyes dimmed, and a straight line replaced his smirk.
"Tell me the truth, you're very young and this isn't alright, babe." He said, and stared at me.
Bipolar much? lolol.
"Okay. I'm going through so much right now, and I just needed a break, okay?" He looked at me skeptically for a few seconds before opening and closing his mouth, and looking at me.
"Okay, here's the deal, you swear to me this is all that's going on and I leave you alone about it and maybe we can go get you some breakfast yeah?"
"I swear." I replied, excited for food.
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"I didn't get into a fight with my parents. I didn't run away. And... I can't go back." I said.
I was currently inside the café with Louis, munching on a donut and sipping orange juice. He had somehow gotten me to tell him the truth, with his magical blue eyes and perfect face.
"Explain." He said, curiosity and worry filling his eyes.
I took a deep breath, and began telling him everything.
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After I explained everything, Louis had a shocked looked on his face, but it sooned turned into one of pity. I hate pity.
"Please don't pity me Louis. I hate pity." I said.
"I'm sorry. I just-I-....No one deserves what you've been though. Especially a young girl like you." He said, shaking his nead back and forth. I grabbed his hand.
"Well, I'm ok now. Aren't I?"
"No, you're not. You've slept in an alley for goodness sake!" His cheeks where now flushed a cherry red. Uh-Oh. Now he's mad. I took my hand and placed it on his shoulder.
"Louis, calm down." I told him. I felt him relax under my hand.
"Good, now, leave. A big pop-star like you has better things to do than hang with a homeless 13 year old." I said jokingly, but apparently he didn't like that joke. His cheeks flushed again and his eyes hardened. Dang, he's scary when he's mad.
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Here's chapter 3! 5 votes and comments for the next chapter! If I update before there IS 5 votes and comments, that just means I got inspired and couldn't wait to write it. I have to write my ideas down or I'll forget them. :) Bye lovelies!~Briana
