Those Five Boys {EDITING ATM}

Chapter 15

Claire's POV

It's finally the last five minutes of class, then off to home I go. But home means that I have to work on the project, with Louis.

As the bell rings, snapping me out of my thoughts, I pack my stuff and quickly start to head out.

As I push the doors open, the cooling breeze hits my skin, causing me to shiver, but it feels good at the same time.

Staring to walk home, I put my earphones in and blast the music. When I reach my door, I feel someone tap my shoulder. Fear starts to take over as I quickly spin around, and swing my arm. But the person catches my wrist, causing me to open my eyes as I see the person.

It's Louis, I was about to throw a punch at Louis.

"What the fuck?!" He yells, gripping my wrist tightly.

"S-Stop, you're hurting me." I whimper, feeling my arm tingle from his hold. Realization hits him as his eyes soften, releasing his hand from mine.

"Sorry," he mumbles.

Really? That's the only time you say sorry to me?

"I-It's okay." I give a small smile, feeling the aching throb in my wrist but I try to ignore it.

Unlocking my door, he follows me inside and begins to look around my house.

Kicking my shoes off, he does the same as I start to walk upstairs. With his following me in complete silence, I can feel the awkwardness creep up between us.

When I reach my room, I drop my bag down by my bed and sit down, seeing that Louis is still standing in the doorway, staring at me.

"Come sit on my bed." I softly whisper to him, being too scared to talk to him.

He looks towards my bed and walks over, sitting down as he takes his books out.

"Let's start this shall we?" He says, like nothing happened a few minutes ago.

"O-Okay." I reply. Dammit, I have to try not to stutter in front of him.

He takes out two books and hands one of them to me. Taking it and thanking him, I take out my Geography notebook, and begin writing down facts.

Louis' POV

As start to write down facts, my hand starts to cramp a couple minutes after. Letting my hand rest, I look up from my paper to see Claire's hand skillfully writing down words on the paper faster than me.

Her hair is in--I think it's called--a messy bun, and she's wearing a long sleeve shirt and pants.

She stops writing and rubs her hand as she looks up, her dark brown eyes locking with mine. From my gaze she shifts uncomfortably.

"Want to switch books?" She asks, playing with the ends of her sleeves.

"Yeah, sure." I say, handing my book over to her. She reaches out, seeing that her sleeve slides up a little, I notice a few dark marks on her wrist.

What is that?

She takes the book and hands hers over to me. I take it and set it down, watching her slide her sleeve down as she continues to write.

I continue to write, but my mind is thinking about what was on her wrist. Looking at my phone and it's 4:59pm, I should get home.

"Hey I have to go, it's getting pretty late." I tell her, closing my book.

"Okay," she says bluntly, not looking at me.

I hate it when she doesn't look at me when she speaks.

"Look at me when you speak." I order, my eyes narrowing at her.

Claire looks up, and stares into my eyes intensely.

"Okay." She says to me without stuttering.

What?

"Don't you think you should walk me out? I don't know where to go." I sass back.

Claire stands up from the bed, making me I stand also. Gathering my stuff with her eyes following my every move, I sling my backpack over my shoulder. She walks past me, and I follow her downstairs to the front door. Slipping my shoes on, she opens the door.

"Tomorrow again?" I suggest, seeing her nod as I walk out.

"Bye," I tell her before walking down the concrete steps of her house.

"Bye," She says softly, seeing her close the door as I start to walk home. When I reach my house, I collapse on my bed, and take a nap.

Claire's POV

Sighing when I close the door, I quickly collect my thoughts.

This day was so stressful and calm at the same time.

Lying down on the couch and begin to watch Tv, my phone goes off, signaling that I have a text. My finger slides across the screen to see who it is.

Liam:

'Hey'

Me:

'Hi'

Liam:

'How was your day?'

Me:

'Pretty good I guess.'

Liam:

'Mind if I come over?'

Me:

'Sure.'

Liam:

'See you in five.'

I smile and put my phone down before turning my head towards the Tv.

Looking down at my wrist, I slide my sleeve up, seeing the bruises that Louis made.

C.rap, how am I going to hide this from Liam?

Liam's POV

Heading over to Claire's house, I knock on her door. She opens the door, and smile shows up on her face as she locks eyes with me.

"Hey," I greet her, smiling.

"Hi," she greets back, motioning me to come inside. Walking in, we both head over to the couch and sit down.

She looks a little bit tired to me.

"Are you okay?" I ask her, slightly concerned. She nods and turns towards the Tv.

"Claire," I call out to her, not convinced. Her head turns towards me and she pulls her sleeve down.

"Show me," I sigh. She lifts her sleeve up and I see a bruise on her wrist.

"Who did this?"

"Louis, but it was kind of my fault." She says, lowering her head.

"What happened?" I ask her, a little angry at Louis. Okay I'm enraged.

Why did he do that?

Claire looks up at me before speaking. "I didn't know that he was following me home, when I reached my door, he tapped my shoulder and I swung. I'm his partner for the geography project. But he caught my wrist before I could hit him, he was gripping it tightly but he let go." She explains to me.

Well that answers my question.