Unexpected Love

Chapter 17[x]

Louis POV

Yes, I got her.

I've honestly been feeling like this about her for a few weeks, and I'm so glad that I told her how I actually felt two weeks ago.

Now, today it's Halloween.

I called her and it rang about four times until it went to voicemail.

'Hey, sorry I couldn't have answered your call. Leave a message and I'll be sure to get back to you as soon as possible.'

"Lisa, it's Louis. I have something to ask you. Call me back as soon as you can? Thanks, love y-. I mean, thanks, love."

Wait a minute, did I just almost say I love her? No, that couldn't be possible. I've only been with her for month and a half, I couldn't be feeling love. Could I?

No, I couldn't.

I sat there, just staring at my phone, getting many texts, Instagram, and Twitter notifications, but the screen never lit up with the name of one of the most beautiful and kind girls I know.

I waited a little while longer when the picture I took of Lisa while she wasn't looking flashed with the recording I took when she sang to me that one night, and she didn't even know I recorded it.

"Hey, Lisa," I said and she exhaled shakily.

"Hey, L-Louis. What di-did you need t-to talk about?"

The stutter, she was nervous. Why?

"Uh, I was wondering if you wanted to go to a party tonight? It's a costume party, for Halloween," I said and heard a flush.

What the fuck?

"Lisa, where are you?"

"In the girls bathroom at the stall," she said, coughed a little, then sounded like she was throwing up.

"Love, what's up? You alright?" I asked.

I heard a door open on the other line and someone say something.

Then, I heard Lisa mumble something, though I couldn't quite make it out, then her sobs.

"Lisa, please. Go back to your dorm. I'll be there as soon as I can," I said and hung up and quickly got in my car.

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Lisa POV (an hour earlier)

So, I just found out that apparently at this school, you're required to do a sport for the first year here.

Horray! And note the sarcasm.

I hate sports, I'm so inactive you have no idea.

I looked through the list of sports I could try out for and the only one that actually sounded interesting to me was volleyball, so I looked at where the try outs were, and headed there.

When I got there, I walked in and set my bag on the bleachers.

I saw on my phone that I got a missed call from Louis and I was about to call him back when a group of three girls came up to where I was sitting.

I looked up and the brunette on the right asked, "You're Lisa, Louis Tomlinson's girlfriend, right?" and as she said it her face was full of disgust.

"Uh, yeah. That's me," I said and the dirty blonde on the left was next to speak up.

"Really? Out of all people, why you?" she asked and I felt a like I was just slapped.

Now, the fake blonde in between the other two girls with way too much makeup on talked.

"Look at you, so pathetic. At least you could defend yourself. Oh, wait. You're probably too shy to do that," she said and the brunette continued.

"Why would Louis even want someone with so much extra body weight? What did you do, eat a whole cow just for breakfast?"

Now, they knew for sure that they won because I could feel the warm tears against the skin on my cheeks.

"And, wow, I never knew it was possible to have so much acne!" said the one in the middle.

"No, but seriously. If I were you, I'd be embarrassed trying out for a sport where all of us wear short shorts. I mean, man, look at those thighs!"

I couldn't take it anymore. I ran out as fast as I could and bolted to the nearest bathroom.

I went into a stall and shoved my fingers down my throat, causing me to throw up.

I opened up my bag and looked in my pencil bag. I took out the pencil sharpener and popped out the blade.

I felt the cold metal on the surface of the skin on my wrist, but didn't cut.

Instead, I thought about it.

I remembered about Louis' missed calls and quickly cleaned my glasses and wiped my eyes.

I called him back and he answered in the first ring.

"Hey, Lisa," he said and I breathed out, my voice shaky.

"Hey, L-Louis. What di-did you need t-to talk about?"

The stutter, I hated my nervous stutter.

"Uh, I was wondering if you wanted to go to a party tonight? It's a costume party, for Halloween," he said and I heard a flush from the stall next to me.

"Lisa, where are you?"

"In the girls bathroom at the stall," I said, coughed a little, then threw up again.

"Love, what's up? You alright?" he asked.

I heard the door open and the three voices that I dreaded hearing again showed up and became louder.

"She's in here, I saw her come in," one said.

"Lisa, whatcha doing? Giving back those five whole pizzas you ate for lunch?" Another bitch asked.

"Please, stop," I cried and they left.

"Lisa, please. Go back to your dorm. I'll be there as soon as I can," he said and hung up, as I picked the blade up and used it as a paintbrush, my wrist being the canvas.

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A/N

All those words actually have been said to me before in my life, and I wanted to post this chapter because I was told something yesterday that caused me to cry off like two pounds.

Just stop bullying, please. It will only make the person feel like shit, it's one of the worst feelings ever.

Can all of you promise me that you'll never do that? Thank you.

Sorry for the late update, then depressing chapter. Haha ilysm.

Until the next update...

~S