I was bullied by Louis Tomlinson

Chapter 3 - We're doing what?

   I quickly strutted up to the front door, it's freezing out here and looks like it can Snow any minute. I pulled out my key and stuck it in the door, turning it in one swift movement. The house was dark and seemed empty. The vents were blowing down cold air, making my skin tremble.

   "MUM?!" I called through the place. No answer. "Mum!" I called again, in the kitchen this time. Still no answer. I guess she's not here. I pull out my iPhone 4s and check the time; 4:08 PM, usually she's home by now. I guess something came up? 

   I sigh to myself as I walk slowly up the steps. It's hard not having my mum home, she's gone all the time and I barely ever get to see her. I felt something wet slip down my face, I pull my hand up to wipe whatever the cold substance was. A tear. It's horrible to never have anyone here for me. I know what your wondering; What about your dad? Where's he at? My dad died. In a plane crash, to be specific. He was on a business trip in the states, California. On his trip back, the Pilot got drunk and the co-pilot was no where to be seen. So the pilot's Tipsiness kicked in and he lost control of the Plane, it crashed into some mountains and that was then end of it. 'Daddy' never returned home.

  About siblings, I have three. Tara, Talon, and Connor.

   Tara is at Uni studding Marine Biology and Psychology, she's always talked about the wild life and Therapists ever since we were little. Tara is almost an exact replica of me, the wavy brown hair, the bright Blue eye's, the slim-but-curvy figure. The only major difference is our age, Tara is 21, while I'm only 17. But, I barely ever get to see Tara too. She only visits at least  5 or 6 times a year, and might only stay 3 or 4 days.

  Connor is in the Army. He's been enrolled for 3 years now. And he's only been home 16 Weeks out of those 3 years. Connor isn't too much like me. Connor's 23-years-old. He has Blue-grey eyes, light brown hair, that's alway's up into a mini-quiff, and an heavily built body. He's actually quite fit. All my friends back home in Manchester fancied him. They'd always flirt with him when he'd come around. He'd even flirt back some time, but never made a move because he knew they were abit too young.

   Then, theres Talon. Talon is the most adorable little boy I've ever met. He has an adorable cheeky smile, wit a deep set of Dimples to go along with it. His hair is a dirty blond, just like my dad's and he has Ocean-Blue eyes. He's only 7 years old.  And I bet you're wondering where he is? Well, he's   in Manchester, with my grandparents. He wanted to visit them fo a little while before they moved to florida for retirement. He'll be back in a couple of Weeks or so. I can finally get my Bumble Bee back.

   I was in my room now, looking in the mirror. I had a really bad black-eye from when Louis slapped me. I still don't understand why he's so abusive. I mean sure I'm the new kid, but at my old school the abusise or teasing never when this far, ever. I hear the door slam downstairs as I'm checking out the blue and black mark that surrounds my eye. Thinking it was just the maid, I continued to investigate my eye.

   "Carli?" A voice called, knocking at my door. It was mum. Before I could cover-up my eye the door swung open. "Oh, Carli, sweetie! What happened?" She cooed, tracing around my eye. I swatted away her hand. "Nothing." I said stubbournly, I'm not going to tell her a thing. Esecially about Louis. "Carli, please tell me what happened," She tried again. I sighed, she'll never give up, and I'll never wil. Ouick, come up with a believable lie!

   "I ran into a door." Wow, nice lie, Carli. Note the sarcasm. "Oh, okay... Be more Careful, you're such an accident prone." and with that she laughed and walked away, wow. "OH!" she shouted, popping her head back into my room, making me hop a mile into the air. "Get ready, we're going to the Tomlinson's house for dinner." "WHAT?!" I screamed, I cannot go to his house!

   "Oh, Car, I know you like that Louis boy. He's pretty fit." My mum winked. Yeah, his eye's are amazing, and I love how his biceps flex when he moves, and the smirk that's always playing on his face, his ch- WAIT!  You aren't supposed to be thinking about him. I quickly regained my thoughts and looked at my mum who was smirking, Smirking! "You were thinking about him." 

  "Was not."

  "Was too."

   "Nah uh."

  "yeah huh."

   "Mum!" I yelled, can't she just butt out. She can be so childish at times. "You havn't got to lie to me Carli, I know." I was about open my mouth to protest when she cut me off, "Now, get dressed! I don't want to be late, times-a-tickin, and there's no such thing as 'Fashionably late' !" She left the room, her stiletto clacks getting fainter by the second.

   I paraded to my closet and picked out some dark-wash skinny jeans, a purple shirt, and black converse. I am not dressing up for Louis. "Carli!" My Mum shouted. Well, here goes nothing.

Written by NutellaCoveredHazza