Stuck in Perfection (Louis Tomlinson) /discontinued/

Chapter 10

Louis's POV

Her lips are soft against mine. I've wanted this since that first time she kissed me. No, wait, that's a lie... I've wanted this since I met her. I admit, I'm not very good at expressing my feelings. I kept accusing Zoey of being like the others when, in reality, she was nothing like them.

I don't want to pull away from her. And thankfully she doesn't make any move to pull away from me. Our lips harmonised together. I fingers tangled through her hair and her hand clasped around the back of my neck. Surprisingly I'm not uncomfortable, even though we are on the ground.

Eventually we become out of breath and have to stop the kiss. I rolled off her, guilty that I might've crushed her during that beautiful kiss. Zoey leans over and whispers in my ear, "I like you too."

I grin and kiss her lips softly once more. Then again. And again. And one more time. I can't get enough. I finally stop and pull her into my arms. I kiss the top of her head. She smells so good. And she's so warm in my arms.

I lay on my back, looking up at the baby blue sky and small, fluffy clouds. It seems like a cliché type of perfect day. But then again life has become complicatedly simple everything is a cliché.

Zoey and I just lay back and talk. We tell each other funny stories about our younger years and we even get to know each other better. She did warn me that some of the questions I might ask she won't be able to answer yet. And she was right. I asked her want her favourite memory is and she had no clue. She said she either doesn't remember or it doesn't exist yet.

"I'm actually a pretty boring person," Zoey says. "Until a month ago I've been doing the exact same thing everyday. Nothing changed for me. The most exciting thing to happen was my mum or dad talking to me on their own free will."

I looked into her green eyes and say, "No. You're not boring. Pretty, yes. Boring, no."

She blushes and looks away from me. I smile and bring her face back to look at me. I tuck her hair behind her ears and lift her chin up with my index finger. She smiles at me and I lean in for another kiss. Our lips meet but it ends to quickly.

"I think I have to go home," she says sadly. I jump to my feet and help her up to hers. We grab our stuff and head back to Liam's car. I'm thankful he let me borrow it. I don't want Zoey's parents to get suspicious. I honestly don't care if they know about me or what they think, but Zoey does.

I drop her off at her house and give her one last kiss. Her lips are so soft I just want to keep kissing them. I just wish she wasn't one of them. It would be so much easier to have a relationship with her. She waves goodbye and blows me a kiss. I smile and drive off.

Damn it Zoey. Why do you have to be one of them? I think as I drive back to Liam's.

---------------------------------------------

*later that night*

Zoey's POV

I am absolutely exhausted. I had a long day. It was definitely fun, but still long. I get into my pajamas and brush my teeth. I am so ready for bed. I went back into my bedroom and turned down my bed. As I was getting in it, my father stormed into my room. He looked incredibly angry.

"Who is it?!" he screams in my face. "Who is that boy!?"

I'm too shocked to answer. My body won't respond to my command. I stand here completely motionless and speechless. I try to say something but nothing comes out. I open my mouth and try again. Nothing. I want to move but I can't. I try but nothing happens. This isn't good.

"Well?! Aren't you going to answer me?!" he yells more. I just stand here and stare at him. He gets angrier. "Answer me Zoey! Who was that boy?! I know it wasn't Liam Payne! Who was it?!"

I open my mouth but a squeak is the only noise I can make. Dad's face turns bright red in anger. He lifts his hand and it swings towards me. His palm makes contact with my cheek with a big clap. Automatically my hand goes to my cheek. It stings a little. I can't believe he just slapped me.

Dad doesn't look the least bit affected that he just slapped his own daughter. "Now, are you going to tell me who it was?"

"L-Louis T-Tomlinson," I whisper. Another slap lands on my face. "I'm s-s-sorry."

"You better be. No more contact with that thing, you hear?! You are not allowed to hang out with shunned bastards like him! You know this Zoey!" Dad screams before he leaves my room.

I quickly get into my bed and cry into my pillow. The tears continue down my cheeks and I don't even make an effort to muffle the awful sobbing noises I'm making. After awhile I calm down but the pain is still there. I still feel the hurt. I can still hear the sound it made. Still feel his palm on my cheek.

There's a knock on my door. Whoever it is doesn't wait for my permission to enter the room. They sit on the edge of my bed and start to rub my back. I look up and see who it is.

*Important! Please read!*

A.N. Hey there little dragons. I'm sorry for this late update. I've been pretty busy. So what did you think of Louis's POV? Should I keep doing the POV switching thing?? Please give me feedback. I'd like to thank you all soooooooooo much for 128 reads!! It means sooooo much to me(: you are all amazing. Thank you!! And sorry this isn't edited.

So my friend @themarminator and I made a new account and we're writing a story together. The account is @FabulouisandBrilliam if you could pretty please check out the story and follow that account it would mean everything. The story is called "One Way Or Another"

I'm sorry that this chapter really sucks and it's short but I needed to update and I tried. Oh and how did you like the cliffhanger?? Who do you think it is?? Comment please!! I love you all and I think you are perfect.

-Gigi<3