The Beautiful, The Bad, The British |Louis Tomlinson|

Chapter 14

(This chapter is only a little sexual as a warning, but it's very short.)

Louis's P.O.V.

Natasha runs her fingers through my hair as my teeth glide across her collar bone. I want to become the man I was before I met Hayden. Maybe things will be easier for her if I was.

I decided to wash myself away with my meaningless sex life with countless girls. I'll go to parties and get the next girl who wants me and I'll go for it. Not because I want to, only because I honestly have already fucked up my life, so it can't get any worse.

Maybe if I just think these other girls are Hayden, things will be easier for me. I won't miss her as much. Who am I kidding? It's killing me not to be with her. She was fixing me, bringing out this other side of me that I didn't even know was there. She was everything that mattered to me, and now I have nothing.

All because of fucking Damien. This is all his fault. I had to leave her because of him, Hayden and I both would've had to pay if I didn't. I seriously hate him, he's such an asshole and fucking stupid to think that he could ever have another chance with her.

"Louis? What's the big idea?" Natasha snaps at me. She looks pretty pissed off.

"Nothing, I'm just not in the mood for anything else tonight." I climb off of her and throw the condom away.

"This is because of her, isn't it?"

"Who?"

"The girl who you left me for at the coffee shop for about a week or so ago. She's a stupid girl, Louis. Get over it."

"Don't you dare talk about Hayden like that! Ever! You will never come close to being as perfect as she is, so just piss off." I yell and climb out of the bed. I put my clothes on and slide on my shoes.

"Where the hell do you think you're going?"

"To fix what started this mess." I march out of her room.

The next day

I walk to Damien's house with anger filling my veins. My clenched fists and my expression on my face just proves how mad I am at this asshole. Let's do this shit.

I found Damien's address when looking through some school stuff. I decided that I was going to knock some sense into this guy and let him know that he can't control anybody's life but his own. I knock on his door with a fake smile on my face.

"Hello?" A women opens the door, which I assume is Damien's mother.

"Hi, Mrs.Dickson. I'm here to see Damien. I'm one of his friends from school."

"Okay, he's in his room. I have to go to the kitchen real quick, I just made cookies." She claps her hands together and scurries off. I march up to Damien's room and bang on the door.

"Mom, I told you I- what the hell are you doing here?" Damien opens the door.

"To do what I should've done before." I say and punch him square in the nose. He falls back from my force, holding his nose that is now bleeding like crazy. He stands back up and throws a punch at my eye. It hurts, but it doesn't hurt as much as not having Hayden.

I kick him in between the legs and falls to the ground in pain. I was over to him and lift up his chin, so I can have direct eye contact with this son of a bitch.

"You, stay away from me and Hayden." I walk out of the room to hear him wailing for his mom. What a baby. I walk down to the front hall where Mrs.Dickson is holding a plate full of cookies.

"Thanks, Mrs.D." I smile and take a cookie. I bite into it as I walk out of the house, feeling quite proud of myself. This is a really good cookie and I could get the love of my life back.