I stood up and chased after him, don't ask why. Luckily, he hadn't gotten very far. He sat on the porch steps, a cigarette in between his lips. I sat down next to him. "Are you okay?" He looked at me. "I'm fine." I wasn't sure about his answer. "I know you're mad. But it was just a game."
"I said I was fine. Why are you so annoying?" He threw his cigarette on the concrete and lit it off. We sat there quietly. I started to feel sleepy. My head leaned on his shoulder. He didn't bother. "Can we go? I'm honestly tired." He sighed.
"Let's go. We'll just gave to say goodbye." We both entered the door. Everyone had gone back to drinking and dancing, as if nothing had happened. Shayanne walked up to us. "Hey, um, Diana I think it's time for you to get home. We gave practice tomorrow. And you need to get there early so I can get you your things."
Louis nodded,"I'll get her home, we're just saying goodbye." That being said, Louis pulled me to the guys. We said our goodbyes and made our way. I got in the car. Louis was outside, smoking another cigarette. I wish I knew why he smoked. But something told me that I should make him stop, stop smoking that is.
As he pulled the cigarette to his mouth, his sleeve rode up. I noticed pink marks. They were faded but still noticeable. He pulled the cigarette out of his mouth and pulled his sleeve down. I pulled my sleeves up and traced my scars. They weren't bleeding anymore. Tears ran down my cheeks.
I felt broken and weak. I felt like dying. I felt disgusted with myself. Once I'd get home, I would try to wash off his hand prints. The sad memories. I saw Louis turn off the cigarette. I quickly wiped my tears off.
He opened the door and got in. "Why do you smoke?" He looked at me. "Its...It's none of your business." I sighed. We drove off. I watched as his hands controlled the steering wheel. His forehead made creases. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make you mad." He looked at me and answered. "I'm not mad, Diana. I'm fine, just a little tired. I need to go home."
"Sure." He rolled his eyes. The rest of the ride was quiet. I felt bothered by the silence. I reached over to turn the music up. As I turned it up, he reached to turn it off. I pulled my knees to my chest. "Louis, I'm cold." He reached back and pulled a leather jacket.
"I'm sorry." He reached over to grab my hand. "No, don't touch me." I pulled my hand away. He stopped the car. "What is wrong with you?! What's with you sudden mood changes?!" I turned my head to look at him.
"You....you....you took my virginity! I lost my virginity to a person I barely know. How do you want me to react to you? I feel disgusted." I pulled my sleeves up. "You are the fucking reason I have cuts on my wrists. Yes, Louis. I did them today. I had blood run down my wrists."
I looked up at him, in his eyes. His eyes were teary. He looked away. "No, Louis. Look at me." He pulled onto the road.
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Once I arrived home, I took a shower. I grabbed my robe and my pajamas, which consisted of shorts , a tank top, and my undergarments. I turned on the water, waiting for it to get warm. Thoughts swam through my mind.
Like Louis's pink marks. His nervousness. Why had he gotten mad when I kissed Harry? Why had he done what did? Why had he seemed so sympathetic? Why had he wanted to cry? Why did he smoke? Why did he have secrets? But most of all, why did I want to know the truth so badly?
I got out of the shower and changed. I blow dried and braided my hair. I pulled my covers and laid in bed. I laid there for a while. At the moment, the ceiling seemed interesting. What had happened to me and why was I completely in love with a stranger?
I closed my eyes and fell asleep......
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I'm sorry this is really short. I've been busy lately and haven't been able to write. Promise a new chapter....it'll be good.
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