Forbidden Love: ( Louis William Tomlinson)

1:

I trudge in through the front door . Most students are glad when they come home . Not me . Quietly , I run upstairs to my bedroom .

Throwing my school bag on the floor , I catch myself in the mirror.

Looking back at me is a seventeen year old short , skinny girl with flowing brown , wavy hair . I have deep ,  chocolate brown eyes and freckles on my cheeks . Apparently  I'm pretty . But I don't see it at all.

I am wearing skinny jeans and leather jacket with a t shirt . Around my neck is a silver chain with a galloping horse charm . My grandma gave it to me three days before she died . I haven't taken it off since I was nine.

With a huff , I flop onto my double bed  and pick up my book . You could say I'm a nerd . I love to read and write plus I love science and English.  Oh well reading is for those who wish to be somewhere else . I'd rather be anwhere but here.

Some time later , I put my book down and glance at the clock on my bedside table . It reads 5:10... " shit. " I mumble to myself as I get up to go and make dinner.

My parents won't cook . My dad hates me and my mum is an alcoholic.
It seems to be a bit of an unwritten rule that I do everything around the house . Cook , clean.  Everything.  If I don't , my father will beat me.

I ran down the stairs.  Before I get to the bottom of the stairs. My father walks in, drunk as ever . " Have you started dinner yet ? " His voice booms  but his word are slurred.

" I was just about to start now. " I mumble.

" YOU HAVEN'T STARTED IT YET !? " He roars . As I flinch back , He raises the beer bottle in his hand and brings it down so hard against  the side of my head that it smashes.  Shards of glass are stuck in my cheek and neck , all up the left side of my face . The blood rushes down my neck.

"You bastard " I scream at him as I run out of the house . I look back as I run down the pavement to see him shouting at me but I didn't stop. Blood clouds my vision slightly and it's now running into my mouth.

Suddenly,  I run  into something solid and bounce back but two strong hands grab into my waist and stop me falling.

" Are you Ok? "  The person asks. I glance up and gasp . Holding me is the most handsome man I have ever seen.  He has light Brown / Dirty Blonde hair styled in the ' I just got out of bed look ', his height is 5'9" . He has a strong jaw and prefect lips. Next I look at his eyes. They are Sea Green . Beautiful, Captivating ,  but warm and full of  concern.

Slowly I stand back . " Yes. I'm fine. Sorrt for running into you . " I mumble.  As I got a turn away , he pulls me back and touches my blood covered cheek.

" You call this Ok? There is no end of glass in your face . What happened ? " He asks concerned.

" Nothing ." I barely whisper .

" who did this ? " He sounds more commanding now and  I start to cry.

"My father... " I respond . The man pulls me into a hug. Careful to not touch my face . His strong hand strokes the back of my head and I take in his smell.  It's so good . Comforting.

" I'm taking you to the hospital. " And I nod. I don't seem to have the energy to argue anymore. We walk around the corner to his car . A black Camaro. Is this guy rich or something?  He tells me to get in the passenger seat. And I comply as he gets in the driver's seat.

I notice how his muscles ripple under his t-shirt. His voice is enchanting and his face is beautiful.

Above all he looked out for me .
No one has done that in nine years.
Except my best friend Mia. It means so much.

" I'm Louis , but call me Lou or Louis . " His mesmerizing voice breaks me out of my trance. " What's yours?"

" I'm Jessica, but everyone calls me Jess. " I respond,  trying to move my mouth face as little as I can . " Thank You. For this." I add.

" I'm not going to leave you like this, jess. Why did your father do this to you ? " He glances at me and our eyes meet. His Sea Green eyes meet my boring brown ones."

" It doesn't matter.  " My gaze falls to my hands in my lap and I'm grateful when Louis doesn't press the subject.

With time we arrive at the hospital and I'm glad. My head hurts really bad . I fell like I'm constantly being beaten over the head with a brick . I go to climb out the car but I start to wobble.

" Whoa there, Jess. " Louis  comes round at balances me. Tentatively,  I take a step forward but lose my balance again . Louis  lifts my small frame. "  I'll carry you. " But I protest.

" No , I already have blood on your shirt. I don't need to get any more on it. " I try and wriggle free but He kept hold of me.

" It's a shirt, Jess. Let me carry you. " slowly I relax against his firm chest. Louis' s  strong aend support me. I have known this man for thirty minutes and I fell safer than I have in my whole life.

*****

Slowly , my eyes flutter open. Immediately , I realise I'm in the hospital and I try and sit up frantically.  I hate being in the hospital.  My parents never stay with me and usually I bring myself here. The hospital  is where I fell most alone. People I don't know are running around everywhere.

As I try and sit up , I remember  why I'm here . My head starts to throb aggressively and I lay back down again. Carefully,  I turn my head to the side that doesn't have a bandage over it. My gaze lands on a tall , Dirty Blonde haired man sleeping in the chair on the other side of the room. Louis ? Louis  actually satyed with me? Suddenly I don't fell so alone. I fell safe. Why does this man have this affect over me?

On his steadily raising chest book. Gone with the wind . My absolute favourite.  Maybe he's a nerd like me. A small smile appears on my lips but quickly disappears at the pain.

Out the corner of my eye, I spot a nurse walk in. " oh you're awake!  "

" Jess, you're awake! " He sighs with relief,  rubbing his sleepy eyes.

" You didn't have to stay with me Louis . That's not your job.  "

" Of course I did. I doubt your father  would come and sit with you. " He spits and nurse looks at him worriedly. Did he really already care?

The nurse speaks up. " Jess. You have stitches in the two  cuts but the rest will heal. You may have scaring But we have run tests and there is no concussion. But you may have a bit of a headache for a while. I don't see why you can't go home today. " she says cheerfully.

" I'll drive you. " Says Louis  in a final tone. I don't argue with him.