Meeting in Paris

Lucy Muller is a French 17 year old girl. She has never known her dad and her mom... well you'll know that later. She now lives with her big brother Antoine in Paris but she's from London and she's going to move back. Her mom is French and her dad English. She left England because of her abusif ex boyfriend. Oh did I mention she hates the band 'One Direction' ? Well it's not real hate she just feels betrayed cause one of them left her at an important time of her life.Then one day she's just randomly gonna bump into a guy who she recognizes as the bestfriend of hers that she had lost. What will she do when the curly haired guy she has just met bring her back to the bestfriend she had missed so much. Will she fall in love with the curly haired boy in the city of love. It's again full of love, friendship, drama and pain. But love always wins.

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16. Please come save me.

LUCY'S POV.

Oh my god. I couldn't believe my eyes. The guy I've been running away from was standing in front of MY door, in front of ME. It was dark but I could see he was drunk. He had a beer in his hand but let it fall when he had seen me and took it back. He had broken the broken bottle with broken glass in his hand. He was walking slowly towards me. I was backing up. If I could I would run but my legs wouldn't give me the possibility to be fast. He grabbed my wrist with one of his hands, it was tight. It was hurting so I tried to pull away but he was to strong. He looked deeply in my eyes me looking away. "Shhhht... Don't be scared. Lucy, this can't be you. I looked everywhere for you. You know I don't like when something that's mine runs away. And that's exactly what you did. What should I do ?" "You're just the biggest jerk I have ever met. Everyone would run away from you." I hissed. "And that's why I punish them so that it doesn't happen again." He was getting closer to me. I slapped him what was not my best idea. His face turned from happy-evil to very-mad-evil. He slapped me with a piece of class in his hand what made me have a cut next to my eye. It hurt, I wanted to leave now !! Now. I pulled myself free from his grip and ran as fast as I could. I was now on a bigger road what was better cause people could now see me. He wouldn't try anything now right ? He grabbed my same wrist again. He didn't have glass in his hand anymore what made me feel more comfortable. He pulled me back into the street but this time I felt someone following us. "You tried to leave me again ? After you I couldn't feel someone who made me feel like that and I'm definitely not letting you go." You could actually think it was nice but when you saw the fire in his eyes everyone could tell he was evil. I started shivering at the thought of what he could do to me. He then slapped me in the face and it made me fall down to the ground. "Hey !" I heard a unknown voice scream, then I saw that Jimmy was running away. "Are you okay ? Do you want me to call the police ?" It was a man who was I would say was around 40 years old. I tried to say something but my cheek was still hurting so I stood up and after a few seconds I could talk again. "No thank you I'll call my friend to ask him to take me back to his house." I tried to hold back my tears but to many bad memories came back and my hole face was burning. I could feel the cut hurting more every second. I took my clutch and took my phone. No batteries. "Euh... Could I please call my friend from your phone ? My phone is dead." I looked at his eyes for the first time when I realized he looked familiar. But where could I have met a guy who was around 40 ? He gave me his phone and I dialed Louis' number. I was so happy to have a good memory. I couldn't call Harry cause he would freak out and I didn't want him to see me like that.
"Hello ?" I heard on the other end. Yes. Thank god he answered.

"Louis ?"

"Lucy is that you ? Harry just came back all happy. Wait... Are you crying ? What's wrong ?" He did know me very well.

"Can you come and get me ? Please don't tell anyone else. I can't stay here tonight. " I couldn't help my tears. I think I looked like a fountain.

"Lulove... What happened ?" He said with a very soft voice.

"J-Jimmy... W-was at m-my door." I stuttered. I had lost all control over my emotions.

"What ?!? I'm coming !! Don't move just send me the address. I'll be there." He hung up.

I asked the man if I could quickly send a text with the address and he said yes. Then he asked if he would wait with me but I said no and he left.


LOUIS' POV.

I saw Harry come back all happy I thought it had been great. "So how did it go ?" "It was awesome, really awesome. We were eating all alone and I have to say it felt romantic." Harry was being romantic ? It did mean he liked her a lot. I wasn't really 100% happy about them being together but I guess they're cute. I left Harry in the living with Zayn and went over to the kitchen. Niall was eating. Of course and Liam was on his phone. On twitter I guess. After a good 15 minutes I heard my phone ring so I looked and it was an unknown number.

"Hello ?"

"Louis ?" I heard, I think it was Lucy but her voice didn't sound very happy.

"Lucy is that you ? Harry just came back all happy. Wait... Are you crying ? What's wrong ?" I was concerned cause Lucy wouldn't cry very easily. Only when she thought about the past.

"Can you come and get me ? Please don't tell anyone else. I can't stay here tonight. " she kept crying.

"Lulove... What happened ?" I tried to talk to her with a reassuring voice.

"J-Jimmy... W-was at m-my door." Just when I heard her say his name I could feel myself burn inside. I would kill him if I could.

"What ?!? I'm coming !! Don't move just send me the address. I'll be there." I hung up.

"Shit." "What's wrong ?" Liam said looking up from his phone. "I have to go get Lucy. I'll be back with her as fast as possible." I said grabbing my jacket. "Is she ok ?" Niall asked. "No." I ran out and the last thing I heard was Harry scream asking where I was going.
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