Hush: A Louis Tomlinson Fanfiction

Crash and Burn

When we walked in, Harry was on the phone once again. He hung up, and I walked over to him. "Who was on the phone?" I asked him.

"Jackson, he wanted to talk to you. He really needed you to call him back."

"I-I will later. How was dad?"

"Pissed. The fact that you weren't there, made the whole thing worse. He wanted to talk to you as well."

"Well, he can stay pissed, because there's no way I'm leaving." Walking over to my room I said, "I'm calling Jackson."

Closing the door behind me I picked up my phone.

"Hey Jacks," I said into the speaker.

"What the hell!" He yelled.

"Excuse me?"

"So, you were at a soccer game, with your boyfriend?!"

"Yeah, what's it to you? I thought you were fine with me and Louis."

"I was fine with the two of you dating. What I'm not fine with is you staying weeks later than planned, and marrying someone. You're eighteen Sam! You can't do this!"

"What was I supposed to do, say no? I love Louis."

"I love you Sam! I always have, but you're too stupid to see that! I watched the soccer game. I saw him propose. I love you."

I began to cry. "Of all the silly little names we've ever called each other, not even you has called me stupid," I slammed down my phone.

Jackson, my best friend, just said he loved me. He also just called me stupid. What the hell was going on in that boy's head. He knew that me and Louis were together. I thought he supported us. My world was once again falling apart at the seams.

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Louis' POV

"Hello is this Mr. Conrad?" I cautiously asked into the phone.

"Yes who is this?"

"Um this is Louis-"

"So you're the bastard that broke my daughter!"

"No sir. It is true that I am dating your daughter but I would never hurt her."

"You're a liar. Jackson told me everything. Sammie got a concussion, she has been in London for weeks after she was supposed to be home. By the way, I saw the soccer game. Who do you think you are?"

"I love Sammie. She's safe here, trust me."

"Look kid, I don't care what kind of celebrity you are, or what security detail is on that house you're staying at. Samantha is my daughter, and she's gone from me."

I was about to say something, when Sammie walked out.

"Lou who are you talking to?" She asked me.

"Is that my daughter?!" Her father yelled.

"Why are they yelling at you? Wait, is that my dad? Let me talk to him."

Reluctantly, I handed the phone to Sammie. I still stood in the living room, waiting to hear the outcome of the conversation. Was this going to be the end of us?

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Sammie's POV

"Daddy?"

"Samantha Kate Conrad, what the hell do you think you're doing? You should have come home weeks ago, and now I know that you suffered from a concussion, lost four years of your life, and are engaged."