My Life With 5 Attractive Guys

Beaten Up

Yeah, well, this is awkward. Just kidding. But really. Something really awkward just happened. Sorry for rambling about it. But yeah. Since I didn't get any messages, I'm just gonna continue because I love this story too much to care what you people think.So, yeah. Here's the next chapter. Finally, after this long author's note, I'm going to continue the story.

Love to the people that have read this. Not many of you, though.

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As I twist the bracelet around my wrist, I remember the next day when I went to school. Everyone thought that we were dating and that's why we had matching jewlery. We put the rumour to rest though. We now have various charms on the bracelet. We have a sleeping bag, a carrot, a band-aid, a kissy mouth, a cake, a charm with my face on it, a charm with his face on it, a charm with each of the boys faces on it, a charm that says, "Landry's," a BFF charm, a marshmallow, a stage, a spotlight, and  my favorite one, a charm that has striped boy swim trunks and a striped bikini next to each other. Yes, we both love stripes. That's why we get along so well. I remember the day that our matching outfits made a mess of things...

*FlashBack*

When Louis and I first started year 9, there was a rumour circulating about us. They claimed that we were dating. We were best friends! He's like my brother! I could never date my brother! That's just nasty!

"Why are they saying this?" I asked Louis as we walked in to giggles and snickers.

"I don't know, but we'd better stop it," Louis said, his voice surprisingly steady and calm.

We walked around school telling everyone that asked that, no, we were NOT dating. But it only got worse. It made me sick to my stomach. I'm not gonna lie, Lou is pretty fit, but the thought of dating him mad me gag. I loved him like a brother! We could never date! We never have! Never will! I can't risk losing him over something petty and stupid. I want him there for me until the day I die. I want him to give me away at me wedding, since my dad passed away. I need a brotherly figure, being an only child. I just need Louis. 

One day, I was waiting for Louis by my locker so we could walk home together. We were both wearing our favorite striped shirts, him wearing red skinnies and me wearing green ones. Before Louis got there, though, a bunch of girls surrounded me.

"Why would Louis Tomlinson date you? You're so ugly! 'Katie Izz Pretty" my ass! Who would ever date you, you fat bitch?"

They spat out things like that, and a lot more. I stood there, letting them yell at me, but when the first girl threw a punch, I lost it. I hit her back. I hit them all back! I punched and scratched, kicked and yelled, yanked hair and ruined nails, and tore apart their designer clothing. When I was about to snap one of their shoes in two, Louis ran up and yanked me off of them. I thrashed and kicked and tried to keep fighting. 

"Katie, it's over! Stop! You could be hurt!" He yelled

I finally stopped. He was right. I was hurt. I could feel the physical damage setting in, the adreniline gone, but I wasn't crying because of that. I was crying because of the emotional toll. 

Louis was pissed. "How could you do that to this poor girl?! She is not my girlfriend! I'm positive that we have told that to each and every one of you! She's pretty much my sister! How dare you call her ugly? She's the prettiest girl in the universe, 10 times prettier than all of you combined! Why could you call her fat? Because she isn't anorexic? She's perfect! One advantage to eating is that she has muscle on her bones that she used to beat your ass! Not just skin and bones like all of you have! I love this girl, but like family! Now leave her the hell alone!"

I've never seen him this angry. After that speech, he picked me up bridal style kissed my probably swollen eye, and carried me all the way to his house. He layed me down on his bed once we got to his room and brought out a first aid kit that would put an ambulance to shame. The first thing he did was pull out a band-aid. (This is the reasoning for the band-aid charm.)

"Let me see first," I croaked through my dry throat.

"Are you sure?"

Yes. Get me a mirror."

He left and came back with a full length mirror. He helped me up and I gasped in horror. My left eye was swollen and puple. My right arm was slightly crooked and my lip was bleeding. I had a huge bruise on my cheek and I'm pretty sure my nose was broken from the shades of black and blue. I looked away, but I caught another glimpse of myself in the mirror and broke down sobbing. Louis put me on the bed and just held me.

"Why do they hate me Louis? Why do they get mad at me for being your best friend? Why do they think I'm a whore? What to did I do to them?" I managed to get out throught the sobs.

"Shhh, shh, it'll all be alright. They're just jealous. Jelous that they aren't as close to any of their friends as we are. Jealous that they thought I was aff the market. Jealous that it was with someone as beautiful as you. They just wanted to feel better about themselves by almost giving you an eye patch." 

I chuckled a little bit when he said that last thing, but I want back to sobbing pretty quickly. 

"Hey, it's okay. Remember your name? Katherine Isabelle Pretty. Katie Izz Pretty. And she is, inside, and out."

*Flash Back Over*