The Outcome Of Our Summer Love (Louis Tomlinson Fan Fic)

4: Supermaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaan!

"Thanks for the ride." I tell Niall as I climb out of his car.

"No problem." He smiles. "Call me if you need anything." I nod.

"Goodnight." I wave slightly and run into the house. I lean against the door then break down into tears. I slide down against the wall digging my head into my hands. Tears pour from my eyes while I sit there in a ball. I was broken without Louis. I sit there for what seems like a lifetime, feeling sorry for myself.

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"Are you otay?" Tommy asks as I pick him up out of his bed.

"What do you mean bud?" I furrow my eyebrows together.

"You were crying a lot last night after you and daddy were yelling." Tommy states the obvious, laying his head against my shoulder. I sigh.

"Yeah, I was. But I'm over it now. Everything is all good." I lie. I carry him downstairs since Alex was still asleep. "What do you want for breakfast?"

"Hmmm." He hums. "Uh...ice cream!"

"You can't have ice cream for breakfast silly goose!" I say rubbing my nose against his. He laughs.

"Ok. Can I have porridge?" Tommy perks up.

"Of course." I nod putting him on the counter. After making his food I decide to make a second serving for Alex. Not long after I go to bring her downstairs.

"Hey!" Melanie chirps walking in the door.

"Hi." I respond while washing dishes.

"You know you have a dish washer right behind you right?" Melanie asks.

"Sure I do." I reply.

"Then why don't you put the dishes in there?" Melanie asks.

"If you're going to question every God da**ed thing I do then just go home!" I shout.

"Juliet." Melanie grips my wrist. I continue washing the knife. "Juliet. JULIET!" I drop the blood covered knife back into the sink as tears run down my face. "What is wrong with you?! You can't just go around stabbing yourself with every sharp thing in your reach!"

"Why not?!" I cry.

"You have two young children that need you!" Melanie shrieks. "Get in here." She pulls me into the bathroom and wraps my hand up. "Take your pills, calm yourself down, and then come out. You can't be acting like this around your kids. I'm sorry for what happened last night but I don't have a time machine." She walks out, closing the door behind her. My chest heaves up and down. I dig my head into my knees beginning to sob again.

Maybe an hour and a half passes and I bring myself to pop the pills in my mouth. I lean down to the sink washing my bright red face with cold water. I stand there for about five minutes when I feel ready. I wipe the water droplets off my face then walk out of the bathroom.

"What the h*** are you doing here?!" I yell as soon as I see Louis on the couch holding Tommy. He immediately stands up, turning around to look at me.

"Hi." Louis croaks.

"Whatever, hi, what are you doing in my house?" I snap.

"I think it's best that you two talk upstairs." Mel states the obvious while taking Tom from Louis.

"Fine." I huff. We walk upstairs into my bedroom. "You have some real nerve coming here." He is silent. I cross my arms. "After what we went through you're still keeping up that tough boy act. People are good actors but I think you are the best out of them all because they will never see what you were actually like."