Only You (Louis fanfiction)

Kelsey is just a normal 17 year old girl. other than the fact that her mother passed away when she was 15 and that her father became abusive ever since. Oh and she dropped out of school due to bullying. She dances to deal with all the pain. Kelsey feels so alone. What will happen when she is forced to help the biggest boy band, which she hated, One Direction? Will she finally find someone who cares for her, who loves her?


24. Perfect Enconter

Kelsey's POV

*After dance session*

I walked towards the bench that held my water bottle and took a long drink. Since the dance the boys had to learn was actually really simple, they've pretty much perfected it. So half way during the session, after lunch, they decided the wanted to see me dance and after a lot of begging and whining, I finally gave in. I danced to the song Steven by Jake Miller; amazing music artist by the way.

Louis walked up beside me and placed his hands on my waist, placing his chin closer to where my neck and shoulder meet.

"The boys are gone." He states, drawing imaginary circles on my torso as I drink some more water.

"Hm, amazing." I reply smirking.

"You're an amazing dancer you know. I never thought you'd be that good." I compliments me. Honestly, when people compliment me on my dancing it makes my heart swell. It makes me feel as if I'm doing my mother justice, It makes me feel like, in a way, I'm keeping her here on Earth with me.

"Thanks. I get from my mom, I guess. She was an outstanding dancer." I say while turning around in his arms.

"If she's even half as good as you, I'm sure she was." He whispers, pecking the tip of my nose and I just smile.

"So, what do you want to have for supper tonight? I can't cook for shit so I can have Harry or Liam make us food." He asks. I suddenly feel uneasy and shift from one foot to the other.

"Well uh, actually, I was thinking that I better head home today. My dad's going to be home tomorrow I think and I think I should be home." I mumble, feeling a little sad that it's coming to an end until next time, of course. But, Louis's expression doesn't change. He's still smiling like there's not a single reason why he should be frowning.

"Well then I'll come over to your house. C'mon." He says picking up my jacket and bag, along with his car keys and jacket and makes his way out of the dance studio. I stand there dumbfounded for a moment, not exactly knowing if I should talk him out of this or if I should let him carry on.

"You coming then?" Louis's voice snaps me out of my thoughts.

"Uh, yeah." I finally say and jog over to him, taking his hand in mine. We quickly make it to his car and, like a gentleman, he opens the door for me before making his way to the drivers side. He gets in and starts then engine, also turning on the radio.

"Do you remember where I live?" I chuckled nervously. He just flashes me one of his god given smiles and replies,

"Of course I do."

The rest of the car ride is silent between him and I. The radio is playing the latest songs while my hand stays trapped between Louis's fingers. About 15 minutes later, we're turning onto my road. I quickly search for my and stiffen when I see that my fathers car is in the drive way. Wasn't he supposed to be back tomorrow? Louis pulls into the drive way and I start to panic, not knowing what to do.

"Maybe this isn't a good idea. Maybe you should just go home." I blurt out before I could really think things thru. Louis seems to understand though and he just squeezes my hand reassuringly.

"It'll be fine, babe. He won't hurt me and he sure in the hell won't hurt you while I'm around. But I can't guarantee that he'll be in one piece by the time I leave." I jokes. It makes me smile; the fact that he can make a joke and calm me down within seconds. I think about it for a minute before finally speaking up.

"Alright, let's go then." I smile. He jumps a little in his seat before we both get out of the car, walking up the drive way. The butterflies in my stomach are going insane and my knees feel like they're ready to give out any second when we reach the front door. Luckily Louis puts his arm around my waist for support and kisses me gently on my forehead. I decide that that's all the encouragement I needed before opening the front door and stepping inside, Louis right behind me. The house is quite dark and I start to wonder if my dad is actually home or not. Louis and I take off our shoes and slowly walk to the living room; no one there. We look at each other curiously. When we go to turn around, we hear a dark evil chuckle.

"Oh Kelsey, you're finally home." He says in a fake caring voice. "Oh, and who is this lovely lad?" I gulp and Louis squeezes my hand even tighter. We both turn around to see my father standing no more than two meters away from us, holding a slim but sharp knife.

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