Broken

Olivia Kirk watched her parents get brutally murdered and is forced to move in with her abusive uncle. He abuses her in many terrible ways. Somehow though she holds it all together and starts art college. There she reunites with her cousin Louis Tomlinson. She also meets four other amazing guys who turn her life around. They teach her how to trust and love. But what happens when she falls for all of them? Will her past and present affect her future?


This is my first fanfiction so I hope you'll read it...and give me feedback...nicely. Well hope you enjoy(: xx

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10. Chapter Ten

Chapter 10
Libby's POV
I was going to change, but I didn't wanna seem desperate or anything...so I didn't. Instead I walked around the house for another half hour before calling Liam,"Hello?" He answers "Hey Liam, I'm ready if you can come get me, or whenever it doesn't really matter," I babble on awkwardly. "Um, this is Zayn. Liam's out, emergency errand with his mom. I'm sure Louis can get you though," said Zayn unfazed by my mistake. "Um, yeah that sounds great thanks," I said hanging up before he could say another word.

Louis's POV
When I get in my car and start driving a thought occurs to me, I don't know where Libby lives. I'll have to call her I guess. "Hello?" She answers. "Hello this is your driver calling. I am happy to drive you this evening. A pleasure beyond words I must say," I say interrupted by her laughter,"but I have not a clue where you live, darling," I finish. "6034 Millflower street," she responds. "Okay see you in a bit, love," I say. "Bye Lou," she says then hangs up.

I must say, I like being around Liv, but I just wish my mum would've found out a about the murder so she could've lived with us. I guess it doesn't matter now because I get to see her everyday, along with my mates who all seem to fancy her. I'm not quite sure how I feel about that.

I continue driving on for a bit longer until I pull up to her rundown house and see her standing outside of it. She was writing something down on a piece of paper, wait no. She was probably drawing. She was a very talented artist . I was supposed to bring her to Liam's and she wasn't paying attention so why not have some fun with it. "Ya know any day here would. I've been sitting here forever now!" I yelled angrily at her. She jumped. I stifled a laugh. "Louis I'm so sorry I was just drawing and I didn't even know you were there or else I would have immediately come and got in your car and we'd be on our way-" she kept babbling on, and I jut started laughing hysterically. "Calm down! I was just joking Libby," I said between laughs. She huffed, rolled her eyes, an got in. "

"Louis can I talk to you about something really serious though?" She asked. "Me and something serious, you should stop your art career and become a comedian," I said smiling. She smiled, but only a half-hearted one. "What's wrong, love? I was only joking," I said becoming serious now. "Well, you know that memory speech you have to do in Creative Writing Class?"she asked a little choked up. "Yeah, what about it?" I asked still confused in the problem. "Well, I wanna write about my parents...m-murder," she stuttered. "Why on earth would you wanna write about that?" I ask knowing that it may have hurt her, but honestly I had to know. "Because its all I think about. It's all I dream about. I can't get it out of my mind. I don't have any real family that cares about me," she says loudly,"I just want it to go away," she finishes softly. "You have me, and I know the boys aren't immediate family, but they care. If you think that's what's gonna set you free, then do it," I reply giving her shoulder a squeeze.

She looked at me smiled and turned to the window and watched the rain that had just started as it pitter pattered on the window. It wasn't an awkward silence, but it wasn't good either necessarily. I guess I just don't like silence is all.

Libby's POV
I love Louis for the fact he understood me and left me alone to be with my thoughts. I let a lot out on him at once, but he comforted me, gave me good advice, and let me get over it a bit. I especially appreciated it because of the fact I know he absolutely hates silence. I was glad though that he cared, and apparently the boys did too. I mean they've been nice and all but to actually care? I'm not so sure, but the thought of it actually made me semi happy. Just then we pulled to the curb,"Here we are," said Louis brightly. Here we go, Libby you can do this.
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