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?


4. Waking up

I woke up on the cold ground of my bedroom floor. Chris probably had company over and didn't want them to see me unconscious on the floor. I wanted to get up but I knew I would regret it. I slowly lifted my head and straight away I felt a bolt of pain shoot through my head. I knew I would regret it. I had to get up though. I have dance class. I saw my phone laying and the edge of my bed. I slowly moved closer to my bed making sure not to move to quickly. I came close enough and grabbed my phone. It was only 6 o'clock. Phew. I have two hours to get ready. Hopefully today is a go- wait. Today can't possibly be a good day, One Direction is coming. Ugh. I turned my phone and saw the note from the monster it read:


 I had to leave yesterday so I moved you to your room. I won't be back for two days. Don't try anything. I will know. Remember what happened last time?

                                                                                                                  Love, Dad.

Love? Did that monster seriously think I loved him? HAHAHAHAHAH! In his non existent dreams. On the plus side, he's gone for two days. That's good, right?

Anyways, it's now 6:15. I can't fall back asleep now that I'm awake. I slowly stand up. The pain from my head has gone away but it's still there. I walked over to my closet and got out some Advil. I kept them hidden so my father won't see them. I bought them one day before returning home because the headaches were getting unbearable. If he knew I had them he would take them away and make my headaches ten times worse.  I walked downstairs to the kitchen slowly, trying not to move my head too much. I grabbed a glass and got some water. I put the Advil in my mouth and swallowed them with my water. I decided to watch some telly to make time pass by. So i walked to the living room and sat down on the couch. It smelt like smoke and alcohol. It's disgusting. I ignored the smell and turned on the telly. I watched the telly for about 30 minutes then decide it was time to get ready. I ran upstairs, got my dance clothes and headed to the bathroom.

I had new bruises to cover now, but the old ones were fading. I seemed like covering all the marks became harder and harder each day. But somehow I managed. I brush my long dark brown hair and put it up in a neat bun. It was a rule for all female dancers have their hair in a proper bun when attending dance class. It didn't bother me much. When I finished my hair I did my makeup. I didn't put much on. Just a little eye shadow and some foundation. I only wore makeup to cover all the bruises. otherwise I wouldn't wear makeup at all. When I was done getting ready, I headed to my room, gathered all my stuff for dance and my phone. I then went to the kitchen to find something to eat. I opened the fridge but nothing was there. I hadn't eaten for about three days, I was starving. Literally. Since there was no food I decided to just grab my water and be on my way.


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