To Save A Broken Heart (Louis Tomlinson Fanfiction)

Look After You

Adara's P.O.V

Louis Tomlinson was staring at me.

I would never thought I'd say that. I knew he was a big deal in the world and everything - well of course I know because the girls in my school wouldn't shut up about One Direction. I just didn't know why he was staring at me like he's hallucinating.

And him running out when Robyn started singing: that was weird. Robyn looked every inch of a popstar, so he should be staring at her. Beautiful, rich Robyn. She's the type of girl famous boys like because they can show them off. And I think Robyn likes being shown off.

I stopped singing and shrugged the headphones off. Director Kian had his mouth half open, and most of the class burst out with a round of applause. I flushed (I was cursed with too easily blushing skin) and started to walk towards the door.

"That was amazing Adara, well done," Director Kian said when I came out of the booth, clapping me on the shoulder and gave it a squeeze. I smiled back at him.

"Okay Mr Tomlinson, it's your turn," he said and pushed Louis into the booth. Louis shot him an agonizing stare then set up the microphone to his height, which was a lot taller than my measly 5"4.

"Put on Look After You by The Fray." Louis commanded dully, and Kian shot him a thumbs up and the song started.

I love The Fray.

If I don't say this now I will surely break

As I'm leaving the one I want to take

Forgive the urgency but hurry up and wait

My heart has started to separate

Oh, oh,

Be my baby

Ohhhhh

Oh, oh

Be my baby

I'll look after you

There now, steady love, so few come and don't go

Will you won't you, be the one I'll always know

When I'm losing my control, the city spins around

You're the only one who knows, you slow it down

Oh, oh

Be my baby

Ohhhhhh

Oh, oh

Be my Baby

I'll look after you

And I'll look after you

He really was good, his voice had a really nice tone to it and they way he sang the lyrics was perfect.

And he was also looking straight at me. 

I guess that's why the call it eye contact.

If ever there was a doubt

My love she leans into me

This most assuredly counts

She says most assuredly

Oh, oh

Be my baby

I'll look after you

After You

Oh, oh

Be my baby

Ohhhhh

It's always have and never hold

You've begun to feel like home

What's mine is yours to leave or take

What's mine is yours to make your own

Oh, oh

Be my baby

Ohhhhh

Oh, oh

Be my baby

I'll look after you

You are so beautiful to me

Wow.

Weirdly, I noticed that he became more and more... alive as he sang the song. The blush returned to hsi naturally tanned skin, and his mouth was turned up into a could-be-smile.

If anything can 'bring back' Louis Tomlinson, it's music.

A couple of hours later....

"Lights out in ten!" A voice called through the dormitory.

We were each assigned a own little room. Which I was thankful for - I always find it awkward when you have to sleep in the same room as a complete stranger.

I stared at myself in the bathroom mirror as I washed my face. I rubbed too hard and a scar opened up again, staining the cloth with crimson.

I guess I would have been pretty if I didn't have these scars; people stare at me like I'm a warning sign. What happened to the girl? I didn't get a lot of those questions back home, because everybody knew what had happened.

My brother calls me pretty, and Luce always compliments me. But they can't exactly call me anything otherwise after the incident. It was something I couldn't have controlled.

Or so they said.

When I looked at my face, the only thing I saw were the scars. Someone had once carved lines into my skin, mostly at the side of face and jawline. He said they decorated my face, and he had marked me. Sick, disturbed man.

And of course there was the skinniness.

At school, I was given leaflets about how to tackle anorexia; but I didn't have an eating disorder. The man did this to me. Sometimes I couldn't even eat - the food wouldn't go down my throat and my stomach twisted into knots.

Other times, I'd crave the cheesy goodness.

It all depends how I feel that day. Or how convincing I could make my facade.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door, and I tripped over the bed post while scurrying to get it. I opened the door to find Robyn, to my surprise.

"Urm, hello," I greeted and hid my body behind the door.

"Hi Adara." She replied brightly. Maybe I was wrong about her being horrible. "I just wanted to tell you that no matter how good you are at singing and how innocent you look, you haven't fooled me." She snarled, showing me her perfect teeth.

What?

"Erm, fooled you with what?"

"Oh please, you don't have to act all innocent around me. I know you're trying to get Louis Tomlinson." Robyn whispered, glaring at me.

Wait, what?

"Are you being serious?" I laughed - what else can I do? This must be a practical joke or something.

"You really are more pathetic than I thought." Robyn scorned. "And just keep your bitchy little claws off of my future boyfriend, capeche? Nice little chat Adara, night." She twirled around and sauntered off.

Okay, I was completely right about her being horrible.

Clearly, she forgot to take her meds this morning. The idea that I'm going after Louis is laughable. He would never, ever concider dating a girl like me.

But still, I drifted off to sleep thinking about him...