Broken [Louis Tomlinson Fan Fiction]

Broken

Hey guys! I wanted to try out a different story line for a different book, so I made this! It's still a fan fic, but different story, completely (or I hope) from Simply Saved. Hope you enjoy.

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"Rose..." I hear

"Rose..." I hear again.

I groan. "Time to get up, sweetie." as my caregiver, Sally, begins to pull me from bed.

"I can do it." I grumble as I pull my wheelchair towards me. I slowly drag myself from the bed to the chair. When I'm in the chair, I wheel into the bathroom and get into the tub/shower and wash up.

"Do you remember what today is, sweetheart?" Sally asks

"Of course." I say to her. How could I forget? Today was every girl in Cheshire's dream. I had to go get my twin brother, Harry, from the airport. He, and his band mates, just got back from their first tour.

Me and Harry are fraternal twins,I'm a girl and he's a boy, and I have strawberry blonde hair, and he has dark brown. Our eyes are the exact same dark green. Oh, and the fact I'm paralyzed.

I wheel back into my room to pick out blue jeans, and a white shirt that says, 'Im With Stupid' on the front, and some grey Toms. I can't help but smile at the shirt. I wear it everywhere when I'm with Harry.

Sally wheels me down my ramp, and out the front door.

Outside, there was a blue van that, on the side, had an accessible ramp specifically made for me. Sally climbs in the front when I'm situated in the back.

When we get to the airport, the fans there are going completely mental. I'm trying to wheel myself to the front, and along the way, lose sight of Sally. I start to panick, and a fan knocks over my wheelchair. I'm on the ground, getting trampled, with no way of dragging my self up back to my chair, which is also on the ground.

I feel a strong pair of arms lift me up. I look up to see a tall, skinny guy, with a hoodie and sunglasses on.

"Who are you?" I say quietly.

"Are you Rose?" he asks instead of answering my question.

"Y-yes." I stutter.

"Alright, then." he says. He puts me back in my wheel chair and flips out his phone.

"Hey, I found her." he says into the phone. The person on the other end says something.

"Yes, yes, Harry, she's okay, a fan knocked over her wheelchair, but other than that, shes perfectly okay." he says again.

And the word Harry, I smile. The mystery guy smiles at me and hangs up the phone.

"Who are you?" I said again.

He shifts the glasses down to the tip of his nose and looks at me with blue/grey eyes, that are the colour of the ocean.

"Who do you think I am?" he asks gently.

I look to the ground and say, "Louis Tomlinson." quietly

He nods, and wheels me over to a private section blocked off by police, body guards, and pretty much any type of protection you could have or want.

He talks to a guard for a minute, but I can't hear him over the girls screaming. The guard nods and let's him through. He wheels my out of a door, and into a van. He starts to lift me into the van, but I say, "I can do it."

He nods and let's me. I struggle for a minute, but he doesn't intervene. I remember from one of the interviews, he's the oldest, 17 most likely. I finally lift myself on the chair.

I blush and add, "Can you please put that in the back?" I ask him "I lost my caregiver in the crowd."

"Sure." he says in that adorable Doncaster accent.

"Thanks." he walks to the back of the van and puts the ugly, bulky, wheelchair in the back, and walks back to the side of the van and sits in the seat across from me. And as we wait for the boys to come back, I can't stop looking at his tousled light brown hair, and his beautiful ocean coloured eyes. This was going to be interesting ride.

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Different right? I hope you like it! Remember, read, vote and comment for more chapters! Thx! ;) xoxo

P.s. a pic of Rose ;))