Broken- Louis Tomlinson fanfiction

Chapter 23

Ember's POV

He kissed me. And before he could kiss me any longer I pushed him away, no matter how much I liked it.

"Louis. Y-You can't. You have El." I tell him

"I know I know. But Ember, please. Please just stay. It isn't right without you, you have no idea what I went through and I can't begin to imagine what you've been through." he pleaded

"I'll stay, but you have to do something about this. You can't keep blowing off El and me Lou."

"I promise you. Em, I want only you. There's nothing I would want more." he said

"Promise me that you aren't one of those guys that uses women. I know you aren't Lou. Your better than this."

"Em, your more than right. But I'm not lying. I couldn't do that to you. Not after everything. Eleanor is great but, she isn't you. No one is you. I- I just can explain it." He begged

"Okay. I'm going to trust you."

"You won't regret this." He whispered leaning in again. But this time I didn't stop him. I couldn't, I followed my heart. And in my heart I knew he was Louis. Louis, who made me feel comfortable living with him as a stranger, Louis who, put all of my needs before his own, Louis who made me breakfast every single morning, Louis who would hold me tight after my nightmares. He was the same louis I fell in love with, but he was only confused. I trust that he made his mind up, just as he said. I held onto him closer, if possible.

I kissed him passionately back, running a hand through his now longer hair. I threw my jacket off and pulled off my shoes, no longer feeling the need to even go back where I lived tonight. All I thought about was his lips, his hands, and how he caressed me gently like no one else could. I focused on how he barely took any of his strength to lift me up in his arms and carry me to his room. Next thing I know he's on top of me, kissing me hard. Just like the night we watched wolverine; That made me smile.

He nibbles on my neck and I feel his abs,arms, collar bones. All I could think of was him. His muscles and small little birth marks. I wanted to memorize every inch of him. I was obsessed with the little thought of him. His mouth, eyes, smile, laugh, tatoos, the cutest things he does, just everything. He pulls his shirt off and reveals his top half. I look at the inking on his skin, tracing it slowly with my fingers. He kisses me more. And I never want it to end. His hand move um and down my torso, and arms. He feels a few of my scars, making me shiver. "Shhh, they are beautiful." He whispers on my skin. I shake my head.

"They make me look weak."

"They make you brave." He says instead and kisses my left arm, then my right. "Your my warrior." His smile brings me back to sanity, making me smile.

"I love you." I whisper and kiss his collar bone. "I love you, I love you, I love you." I grin widel, sneaking my hands behind his neck.

"I love you more, more, more, and more." He kissed every inch of my face between each 'more'.

His hand roam to the hem of my shirt and pull it over my head, leaving us both shirtless. He kisses me again. "God, your so beautiful." He kisses my collar bones. Then my torso. I smile and run my hands through his hair again. He flips us over, me on his chest. He cuddles me close, making me warm, skin- to- skin. "Kiss me again." I whisper, eyes closed.

He chuckles "don't ever stop me." And presses his lips to mine, turning again hovering over me. Our tongues battle agains eachother, tasting every inch of eachother. He kisses down my body, all the way to my sweatpants' waist. He looks up at me for aproval, I nod. He pulls another piece of clothing off. "Perfect" he murmurs, kissing my hip bones, making me blush intensely. He comes back to me, kissing my lips again. Then pulling off his own pants, revealing his boxers and sexy v-line. He was perfect. Not me. I was sure He was a God or something. He couldn't be human, he was beautiful and perfect. Just everything about him was pure perfection. He couldn't be real.

"Tell me what you want, Em." He says with his angelic voice.

I kiss him hard back.

"You."

* * *

I woke up to a knock on the door. And so did Louis. He looked at me, then the clock. It was strange, it was only 9 am and someone was at his house. Maybe it was harry. Whoever it was, Louis pulled on clothes quickly to answer it. I pull on my clothes while he does so. I waited for about five minuets until someone raised their voice.

"What!"

It was a girl. The first thing that came to my mind was eleanor. It had to be her. I got up and looked through the crack of the door. I couldn't see anyone, but only hear. Louis said her name. It was her. But she was pissed, I could hear it in her voice. Louis was breaking up with her. I didn't want to listen. I felt horrible that I was the reason she would be heart broken. But me being the horrible person I am, I listened.

"Danny told me about that girl! Your lying to me!" She said thickly

"Who?" Louis answered

"Liam told Danni about that girl you took in from the hospital, yet, this was while we were together. And she accidentally told me. You where with another girl while being with me!" I put the pieces together, it was me she was talking about.

"El. She has nothing to do with this." Louis pleaded, lie.

"Yes she does! Why would you just ditch me for some suicidal girl you helped out? And cheated on me with with?!" My heart shattered. Maybe she was right. Louis is too good for me, why does he want me?

"Don't call her that! Why would you say something like that?" Louis faught. "I told you we are done! now leave." He spat

"I knew it. Fuck you Louis Tomlinson." She said bitterly and seconds later a door was slammed. I walked away from the door and sat on the bed.

Louis came in and saw me. "Fuck," he murmured

I cross my arms. He sits next to me. "Em, she-"

"Is that how I am to everyone? Some suicidal girl?" I said lowly "well, if it's true, your too good for me."

"Don't say that. Never. Your so much more. I can't even describe it- if anything your too good for me. Em you might be a broken angel, but your my broken angel. And I love you." He kissed my cheek "now cuddle with me yeah?" I smiled, he always says the right things.

I laugh when he pulls me up with one arm and over his shoulder. Then throws me on his bed hovering over me. "Hey, I said I'm want to cuddle." He says with a goofy sad face, making me grin widely. He was adorable. "If you won't cuddle I'll just have to tickle you!" He says and his hands tickle my sides making me laugh and squirm in his grip. "No!!" I gasped "f-Fine ill cuddle!!" I surrender

"Finally. I was getting tired." He said and wrapped his arms around me, pulling the duvets over us, making pure comfort. He kissed my head huddling over me with his arms embracing me like a teddy bear. "Love you." He whispered in my hair. "Love you too." I say back.

And for once in my life, everything was perfect.