The Trouble With Boys

Productive Week - Chapter 11

(Song for this Chapter: Half a Heart By: One Direction)

Angie's POV

"Bye" he said and angrily stomped away. How'd he find out me and Lou kissed. I better call him. I took out my phone and realized I didn't have Louis' number. I still had to reach him somehow. I got it, I can ride my bike there. I got my old, crusty bike out if the garage and begun to ride to Lou's house. Fuck this is a long ride.

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When I finally pulled into Louis' driveway, or should I say Louis' parents driveway. His parents are out of town for the week so that's why he threw a party.

I ran up to the door and repeatedly knocked until I knocked on air. "Ah!" I yelped at the sight I'm seeing. It was a bloody, bruised, beaten, helpless Louis with a icepack to his head and cotton up his nose. "Oh my god Louis who did this to you" I asked examining the bruises on his face. "Uh, N-Niall" he forced out. "Niall did this to you" I asked, my tone getting serious. "Y-yah but I deserved it." He said motioning for me to come inside.

"Lou, you deserve anything but this" I say gesturing to his cuts, bruises, and bloody nose. "I told him we kissed" he said giving me a sympathetic look. "Well, that's what I came to ask you about, he came to my house all mad and asked me why I kissed you and all that shit, then I told him at least you comforted me and that maybe we need to go on a break, so... We're on a break" I said walking into the house a bit more. "On a break like your not seeing him right now" he asked with hope in his eyes. "Yah, but I'm not sure if well get back together or not considering what I'm looking at right now" I said meaning him. "Here let me help you get cleaned up" I said. "You don't have to so t- he started but I cut him off "yes I do, now just come with me" I took his arm and slowly lead him up the stairs to the bathroom. When we walked in I got some bandages I found I the cabinets and some wet towels.

"Take off your shirt" I ordered.

"What" he said.

"Just take it off, I need to see if you have any broken ribs" I replied.

He lifted his shirt off and was struggling so I helped him completely remove it.

I had no idea he had all these tattoos. I don't usually go for them but on him they looked... Hot. I especially like the one across his chest that says "it is what it is"

I began tracing the letters with my finger and he looked at me with so much... I dare say love? "Uh, Ang" he got uncomfortable. "Oh, right sorry" I took my finger from his tattoo and began feeling his ribs. "Sss" he hissed. "They're definitely not broken, just a little bruised" I say and a look of relief takes over his eyes.

I took some rubbing alcohol and put it all over the cuts he has. "Ow, ow, ow" he says as I put it on. "Sorry, I know it burns a little." I say and he nods. When I'm done with the bandaging I help him put his shirt back on. "Thanks for all your help" he pulls me into a warm hug. "No problem" I say and we both pull away. "Let's go downstairs" he says and I help him off the sink. When we got down he asked me if I was hungry. "Louis don't worry about me" I told him and motioned for him to lie down on his couch. "If you say so" he says and gets comfy. "I'll go find you a blanket" I say. I made my way upstairs and found what I'm guessing is his room. I grabbed a blanket from his bed and something caught my eye.

A journal. Being the nosy person I am I of course had to look in it.

I picked it up and right when you open it, it says

Property of Louis W. Tomlinson

Do Not read if you are not Louis W. Tomlinson

Dear Journal thing, this new girl has been really catching my eye. She's beautiful as can be though I think someone's already got her. Niall Horan, the school asshole. That kid has slept with so many girls it's not even funny. I really want to be with her, but he always gets the girl, why can't I this time. Well Journal thing, bye bye