Fix You

Chapter Three

Luna's P.O.V

It's been about a month since I first met Louis, and I've never felt happier. We can't be separated. He's always around, and I love it. I've missed having a friend. I missed feeling love. Sadly, even though I've been hanging out with Louis, I've still been having nightmares. If anything, they've gotten worse. I've gained a few pounds because Louis makes me eat. Little does he know I throw it back up when he leaves. I still cut, and I think Louis doesn't know. I haven't worn a short sleeve shirt around him yet.

I was laying in bed, wrapped up in the blankets. It was about three in the morning. I couldn't sleep. The last nightmare scared the shit out of me. I looked at my phone on the nightstand. I want to talk to Louis so bad. That's what I did. I picked the phone up and dialed Louis. It rang a few times and then he picked up.

"Hello?" I heard him say. His voice was rough and filled with sleep. It was really sexy.

"Lou?" I asked softly.

"Luna? What's wrong? Are you ok?" he asked worriedly.

"Lou I'm okay, I just had a nightmare," I said softly. "I'm scared,"

Louis took a moment to respond. "What can I do to help?" He asked.

"Do-do you think you could come over?" I asked him timidly.

He yawned. "Yeah I'll be over in a few," he said.

"Thank you Lou, I owe you,"

"It's okay, I didn't want to sleep anyway," he laughed.

I laughed. "Okay, I'll see you in a little,"

"Okay, bye," he said and hung up.

I hung up and sat up in bed. I took a deep breath and got out of bed. I went into the bathroom and looked at myself in the mirror. The bags under my eyes are more prominent now. My cheeks were streaked with tears that were still falling. My hair was a mess. I stood there, shivering slightly, in my short sleeve pajama shirt and matching shorts. I took my brush and tried to make my hair look better. I ended up just pulling it into a bun.

I then went into the kitchen and flipped on the lights. I made two cups of tea, one for me, one for Louis. Hopefully he likes it. I heard a knock on the door and walked over to it. I opened it and saw a very tired Louis.

"Hey," I said weakly and stepped out of the doorway. "Come in,"

He walked in and I shut the door. He was wearing a simple black tshirt and grey sweatpants. His hair was tousled and stuck out randomly in different directions.

Louis looked down at me, concern filling his eyes. He lifted his hand and cupped my cheek, running his thumb along my cheekbone, wiping away the tears.

"You look awful," he whispered.

I looked down. "I feel it,"

He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me into his chest. "When was the last time you've had a goodnights sleep?"

I instantly relaxed with his arms around me. "Two years ago," I mumbled into his chest.

"What was the nightmare about?" he asked. He gently started to run his hands through my hair.

Images of the nightmare came back. It was horrible. Alex had gotten out of prison. He was able to kidnap my parents, myself, and Louis. He killed them all in front of me, and saved Louis for the end. He made Louis' death long and agonizingly painful. I could still hear Louis' pained screams. Alex then went to kill me, and that's when I woke up.

I hadn't realized I'd been sobbing until I felt Louis take me to the sofa and start rocking me in his arms. I wrapped my arms around his neck and clung to him.