The Change {Louis Tomlinson~AU~PUNK~}

Chapter 13: Bad Day

"GET THE HELL UP!" I hear the pissy among the pissed yell in my face.

"Why are you yelling?" I ask my brother in a sleepy tone.

"Oh I don't know, MAYBE BECAUSE YOU SNUCK OUT LAST NIGHT?!?!" He yells again.

Just as I open my mouth to talk.

...

"WHAT WERE YOU DOING? WHERE DID YOU GO? WHO DID YOU GO WITH?!" He yells.

"I was talking with my friend. We went to the park." I answer his questions.

"What friend?" He growls.

"You really don't need to know." I say.

"TRY ME!" He yells once again, like always. Without being civil.

"Louis." I answer honestly.

"DAMMIT! HAVENT I TOLD YOU TO STAY AWAY FROM HIM?!?!" He yells.

"Yes." I whisper.

He starts screaming and stomps out of my room. I follow him to see what he is going to do.

He starts grabbing vases, pictures, lamps, and glasses and starts to throw them this way and that way. He stomps over to the couch and violently flips it over while yelling, "HES GOING TO HURT YOU, I JUST KNOW IT!"

"You don't know anything. You've never practically met him. And he's nicer once you get to know him." I talk.

"SHUT THE HELL UP YOU ANNOYING BITCH!" He yells at me. His face is a firey shade of red.

He stomps over to the kitchen table and to my surprise he's able to break it in half. I guess it was cheap wood. He's really scaring me. He has anger issues. I just never have seen him like this.

I start crying. I fall to the ground and hold my face in my hands to support myself.

"YOU ALWAYS CRY, DUMBASS!"

"I'm sorry. You're my big br-brother and supposed to protect me when y-you're t-the one who's hurting m-me." I whisper and stutter as loud as I can but I can't talk any louder due to my broken heart.

He storms out of the house And slams the door behind him. I hear the door open and slam again. I don't look up to see who it is because it's my brother.

I know he won't come back.

"WHATS WRONG?!?!" A voice yells.

Oops, guess I was wrong.

I look to see who came in and see Louis.

I shake my head and hold my face again.

He runs to me and kneels to my side and hugs me, starting to swing us back and forth slowly and soundly.

I wrap my arms around his neck and grab a hand full of his shirt tightly.

I sniffle as I cry.

"It's okay, what happened?" Louis asks once more.

I shake my head again. I grasp his shirt even tighter than before.

"I didn't know it was possible for you to grab on even tighter." He says, trying to get me to laugh, but I don't even crack a smile.

"Oh come on, you'll be fine. I promise. I'll take care of you." Louis says, caringly.

"H-he won't e-ever c-cone back." I tell Louis.

"How do you know that?" Louis asks.

"B-because. I-I know him." I sob out.

He hugs me even tighter than before. He puts his head in crook of my neck.