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Chapter Thirteen

-Abbie's POV-

Sex with Louis was probably the best thing that happened in my life. He was good, great even, but not only that, he was gentle and kind, and didn't take over the situation, he went with it, and listened to me.

Now, I sat crossed legged on my bed wearing Louis's black shirt and a pair of Louis's boxers, he smiled at me as I looked at him, we hadn't fixed ourselves up from sex and his hair was still all over the place, his lips were slightly swollen and red, but with all that he looked perfect.

"You're beautiful, you know that?" I looked down into my lap and blushed. My hair was now dry; after the rain and sweat, and was mattered together, I knew I was going to have trouble washing the knots away.

"You're hot" I replied. He rested up on his side, he was under the covers, still naked, and looked at me with a smirk, it was like he already knew he was hot.

"Abbie, can I tell you something?" his voice was soft.

"Yeah, anything"

"I didn't tell you the full story of why I went into this business." he sighed. "Remember me telling you Kate, that's her name, and I were together for years?" I nodded, he looked like he was about to cry. He took a deep breath and exhaled before continuing. "I was going to ask her to marry me"

My mouth fell open, no wonder he didn't want to be with other girls and became a boyfriend to hire. I was shocked though, that someone as nice as Louis could get their heart broken by someone like that.

"The worst part was she had the house to herself, and I went to see her, I was going to ask her. I wasn't very romantic before" he chuckled at that, but it faded all too soon. "I walked into her room and she was making out with someone, she told me she was going to tell me that day we were over, because of all that moving shit"

"Oh Louis..." I took his hand in mine.

"But you know what? I was young and stupid and didn't know what I was thinking. I returned the ring got my bike and a few other things" he shrugged. "It worked out for the best" he smiled.

It was surprising that he was opening up to me, I didn't expect him too, I mean men are very private about things like this unless they're in a very serious relationship.

"Louis, I want to tell you about him" I blurted out. I don't even know where it came from. He looked up at me, his eyes wide in surprise, but he urged me to continue. "H-his name is Tristan, he was my second boyfriend, we were together for about eight months"

He nodded, he wasn't making rush it, he was just taking in the small parts I was telling him. For that I was thankful. He's the first person I have told in years.

"He, he was great at first, we were the hottest couple at school. Everyone wanted to be like us" I explained, Louis didn't even say any remark about me being a part of the hottest couple at school, he just let me continue. "Three months of us together were great, he treated me as if I were a queen, he was sweet and held my hand in public, kissed me in front of his friends, he was even sweet enough for me to let him take my-" I cut myself off, he got the picture.

"Abbie, you don't have to continue if you don't want to" Louis put his hand on my leg. I shook my head, I wanted too, I needed to, someone needed to know.

"Anyway, it was our fourth month when he changed, he acted distaint so I confronted him, when I did he lost his temper and abused me, verbally. After that I was scared, I hadn't seen him mad like that, ever" I took a breather. "From then on he got worse, he hit me a lot, told me I was worthless and was rough in bed, I felt like I couldn't walk" I sobbed, this was a hard thing for me to do, spill out the terrors of my past. "I was so scared I to leave him, so I stayed with him, until my dad found out, he went to his house and abused Tristan so much his dad and my dad got into a fight. They put a restraining order on my dad and I left home"

That's when I cried, I let the tears roll down my face. I felt the bed shift beneath me then felt Louis pull me on to his lap. I cried into his shoulder while he rubbed my back soothingly.

"I left because I was so scared, I was scared he'd come after me if I were still here, and I couldn't keep facing my family. I felt like I was weak and useless, because I couldn't stop him from doing that to me"

"You're not weak or useless for not being able to stop him" Louis said in my ear. "He's not all there, people like that are hard to get away from and I'm actually proud of you" I sniffled, pulled away and looked at him through blurry eyes. What's there to be proud of?

"What?" he smiled.

"You may have run away, but a lot of people wouldn't have done that, and you've continued to try and find someone Abbie, many girls would be terrified to date someone after that" he told me. He smiled softly and wiped the tears off my face with his thumbs. "You moved on and got a job as a designer, you're living life like it didn't happen, and so what you're having trouble with men, when you find the right one, it will make it seem like it was worth all the pain"

I didn't understand how Louis could be so sweet and say things like that to me, it didn't make sense for him to be so loving and caring toward me, unless he felt the same way.

"What if I never find him?" I whispered, the lump in my throat hurt and I wanted to continue to cry.

"You will" he sounded so sure that I would find this wonderful person, but what if I didn't? What if I couldn't? What if I was supposed to be alone? My thoughts were taken away by Louis's lips on mine.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to cry" I laughed and wiped the few threatening tears away. "I haven't told anyone that in five years"

"Don't be sorry, you have every right to be upset, he was a terrible person" I smiled. "I'm going to shower, okay? I won't be long and we can do whatever you want to do"

"Okay" I whispered. He pecked my lips and I climbed off his lap and sat against the head board. I watched him as he pulled up his breifs from earlier and left the room leaving me feeling loved. For once in my life I had fallen for someone who's nice and funny and not just good looking.

Louis closed the door behind him pulling me from my thoughts. "I love you" I whispered to the closed door Louis just walked out of.

A/N wow, intense. Louis's POV next

Re-read this, crying, seriously. How do you all feel about Abbie's past?

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