Stolen Innocence

"I don't want to let you go," he smirked, spinning me around.
"Well I do, I don't like you. I gave you what I had, and you just took more. In fact, you took all I had left. and now you have the nerve to-" I was cut off by his lips on mine.
I kneed him where the sun don't shine and walked away, trying to find the other four boys in the crowd.


6. Chapter 5: Just Call Me Auntie


-Louis Tomlinson-


"Youcan'tdateKrista," the words came out of Harry's mouth almost inaudible.

I took a moment for the poisonous words to sink in.

You can't date Krista.



Was this some kind of sick joke?

Since when do they get to choose who I can and can't date?

"Huh?" was the only thing I could manage to make come out of my mouth.

"I'm afraid we think it's best if you don't date Krista," Liam sighed, looking at the ground in shame.

"Why?!" I clenched my fists, trying to stay cool.

"We think it would be best if Harry has her..." he bit his lip, trying not to meet my eyes.



This isn't fair. This isn't fair at all.

I instantly glared at Harry.

He was smirking at me.


That pushed me over the edge.

"Wipe that smug smile off of your face, PUMPKIN," I spat and jumped at Harry.

Before I could let my rage out on his pretty little face, I was grabbed by Zayn and Liam.

They threw me back on the couch.


"Calm down, Louis," Zayn instructed.

"Calm down? Don't tell me to calm down!" I hopped right back up on my feet. "In fact, don't tell me what to do. I'm older than you! I'm older than all of you!"

"Louis," Niall said softly. I noticed that he didn't look to happy about any of this either. "Please, could you sit down?"

I huffed and plopped my famous big butt back on the couch.

"This isn't like you at all," Liam said, shaking his head.

I took a deep breath. "I'm sorry, I just lost my cool. Now why does Krista suddenly belong to Harry?"

"He likes her," Zayn answered.

"Big whoop. He likes a girl until he gets in her pants, then he's done. We all know how it goes," I rolled my eyes.

"It's different this time," Harry finaly spoke up, his voice shaky.


"Yes! You're completely right!" I stood up and gave him a quick hug before heading to the door. "Because this time, Harry isn't getting the girl."

I slammed the door in anger before stomping down to the lobby.


-Niall Horan-


"Guys, let him cool off for a bit," I sighed as Zayn and Liam got up.

"But she's mine," Harry mumbled from the floor.

"Oh will you shut up!" I growled. "This isn't fair. You guys know that!"

"You're just upset that she doesn't want you," he snapped.

"Me?" I laughed, as annoyed as I was. "I wasn't the one trying to get her bra off, when I just met the girl! Like she wants you, too. Did it ever occur to you that maybe she might like Louis, and not you?"

"Oh please, she even told you she likes me," he snorted.

"And Louis. She told me she likes you and Louis," I corrected.

"Why didn't you say that earlier?!" Zayn shrieked.

"I told Liam!" I defended.

"If they're happy, then who are we to stand in their way? Maybe, someone else should get the girl this time," Zayn just shook his head. "I'm done with this shit, I'm going to find Louis."

"Hold up," I got up from the couch and made my way to the door, kicking Harry in the process. "I'm coming too."


-Krista Evans-


"...And then we kissed," I finished telling Brinley about my night with Louis, just as the doorbell rang.

"It's awfully late, I wonder who that could be..." she trailed off, opening the door.

"Excuse me, I know it's late, but I was wondering if I could possibly, erm, stay for a bit?" Louis' voice sent my heart on overload.

"Sure! Come right on in, mi casa es su casa," she smiled.

"Thank you," Louis smiled and sat next to me on the floor. "Your sister's nice."

"That's my aunt," I laughed.

"Oh," he chuckled, scratching the back of his neck. "Well she's still pretty fit."

"LOUIS!" I playfully smacked his arm before bursting into a fit of giggles.

"You guys do know that there ARE chairs," Brinley came back with a bag of baby carrots. "Krista told me how you liked carrots."

"Thank you, Ms..." he looked at me for help.

"Brinley Hill," I whispered.

"Ms. Hill," he said with a smile.

"Call me Brinley," she sat on the over-stuffed futon. "Oh, you might as well call me Auntie."

"BRINLEY!" I shot her a horrified look.

Louis just laughed as he bit into a carrot. He excused himself because his phone went off. I watched him as he left the room.

"He has a cute butt," Brinley reached over the coffee table for a carrot.

I slapped her hand away. "No carrot for you."

"What?" she grabbed the whole bag. "They're mine. I BOUGHT them."

She bit into one, made a gagging noise, and spit it into a napkin. "Needs ranch."

"I worry about you sometimes," I laughed as Louis walked back into the room.

"I hate to be a burden, but by any chance do you think I could spend the night?" Louis asked, looking at the ground.

"Of course!" Brinley smiled. "You can sleep on the futon."

"Thank you so much," he smiled, taking a seat next to me on the ground once again.

His hand made it's way into mine.

I smiled and squeezed his hand. He looked at me and returned the gesture.

"What movie can we watch? How about comedy, because there's enough lovey dovey shit in this room. Yeah let's go with comedy," Brinley stated, clapping her hands and flicking through our movie stash.

I hope Louis knows what he might be getting himself into.


A/N: I know you all probably hate me right now because I haven't updated in FOREVER, but my computer broke down and I didn't know how to work the Movellas app on my phone. But now my computer is fixed! Yay! Okay, so does anyone have any predictions or feedback for me? It's much appreciated! Thanks so much for reading, and have a lovely day/night. :)

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