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chapter 15

Louis POV:
I'm going fucking crazy!! Alan aka fucking satan is in contact with olivia? he's some nasty ex and criminal that needs to get his shit together and stay away from my love. I'm going to kill that bastard.
"how is he out of jail?" I thought to myself as I was reading through the messages on Olivia's phone. he texted her yesterday during the picnic and said he was out of jail and coming!!
"Olivia!! what the fuck is this? he contacted you yesterday and you didn't tell me?? you know how I feel about you not telling me things"
"louis, I was scared of telling you.."
scared of telling me? why would she be? that's so odd.. does she not trust me? wait.. oh my god, she thinks I'm like alan. she thinks I'm abusive.

Olivia's POV:
the last thing Alan said to me before louis took my phone was "baby watch out, I'm on my way back to get you, be ready" and once louis took my phone I nearly pissed myself. I don't want louis to be so mad at me or make a scene.. or even hit me. I can't stand fights and it would be better if he would just kill me before he started a fight.
as much as I can't imagine louis being the violent type, I could be wrong. I mean I was obviously wrong with alan. but louis looks so innocent. he was just siting on the bed just staring at the wall, sort of looked in some depressed state. what was wrong?
"louis, are you alright?" I asked him trying to not make him upset. he didn't answer. maybe I should come next to him. "louis, I'm sorry for not telling you, please don't be mad," I said while resting myself on his shoulder and also rubbing his back. he shook his head, no. no? what is that suppose to mean? fucking no is your answer? okay I guess he's pretty mad, I'll just walk down stairs.
right as I started to walk off the bed, louis quickly grabbed the back of my shirt and pulled me onto him on the bed. for a few seconds we were just staring into each other's eyes, and I just wondered what he was doing. he must not be that mad.
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he started making out with me like there was no tomorrow and It just felt so natural. he was mine and I love him. it's been only around a month of being with him and I already know this is it. at least for now. once he started to make out with me harder he reached his hands up my shirt. ahh this is it. as much as I don't feel it's been long enough I was so lost in the moment. he started to gently rub his fingers against the edge of my bra and it brought goose bumps all over my body. god he was so hot.. as much as I could just do this and be soaking wet, he decided to bring his hands up to my boobs to quickly pushed my shirt above my head, and threw it across the bedroom.
as we were still making out, he got up and pulled me to the top of the bed so I was laying down and he was on top of me. his hands made contact with my neck and pushed me up to be able to kiss him better. as he pushed me up, he unstrapped my bra.. that was definetly not what I was expecting. my first reaction to him taking it off was to lay back down and pull the covers over myself so he couldn't see me. I was self conscious about my boobs.
"baby you don't need to hide yourself from me, its not like I haven't already seen you last night," he said while smirking. oh god I totally forgot about last night. I need to know what happened. "louis wait!" I said ugly before he revealed me from the covers. "god damnit Olivia, what is it?" well don't mess with louis when he's horny. "um well what happened last night, why was I on the couch," I said, sort of embarrassed Bc he was totally laughing at my awkwardness in this situation. "well, my innocent little girlfriend..." louis said while squeezing my cheeks "had a little too much to drink, and decided to grind and make out with another guy," after louis said this I felt terrible. oh god he must of been thinking about that all night. poor lou. If only I could make it up to him.
"I'm so so sorry lou, I don't even remeber that, is there any way I can make it up to you?" I said this looking at louis and immediately he looked at me as if he had an idea.