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?

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12. Well,This Is How...

"H-how?"was all Louis said. He had tears in his eyes and so did I. All the memories came back to me. It was too overwhelming  I couldn't help but cry. I mean, wouldn't you?

"Do you really wanna know?" I asked while looking down, tears staining my face and I had no power over it. Louis hugged me tightly and started rocking us back and forth again. When he nodded, I started my devastating, but true story.

"One day, about a year ago, I was at dance class. That was the day Miss Pearl found out about everything. After class was done and everyone was getting ready to head home, she asked me yo stay a minute." Louis's tears had slowed while mine still streamed uncontrollably. I took a few deep breaths before beginning again. "So I did. She had asked me how things were at home without my mother. She was close friends with her. Anyways. I said things were good; that me and dad were getting along. I obviously lied, and Miss Pearl knew that. I wasn't the best liar back then. And I'm still not the best liar now. But then after I said things were going good, she asked me pull up my dance shirt. I really didn't want to, but I did because I knew someone had to know. I couldn't keep it to myself any longer. So, I lifted up my shirt. She saw the marks and she was out of words. Kinda like you.." I chuckled sadly before taking deep breaths. I was going to have a panic attack if I didn't stop crying so hard. I had to prevent that so I took a few minutes before starting my story again. "She told me that if I ever needed anything she would be there. Unfortunately, our little chat went on until 4:20. So by the time I got home, it was about 4:45. My dad got really mad and started yelling at me; he was drunk. Shortly after he started yelling at me he started hurting me. It was the worst he had ever done. I was knocked unconscious so I'm not too sure what exactly what he did. The only thing I do know is that it was horrible because I felt it the next morning. That's when I decided that it was time to go. I tried to run away. So, I gathered my stuff, my phone and what not and slowly made my way to the front door. As you probably noticed, there's a little gap there. Well, I tripped over that; typical clumsy me." I chuckled sadly recalling the memories. The horrible memories. "Well, when I tripped my father heard me yell out. I saw him come out of his room and I tried to get up, but I had seriously hurt my ankle. I made myself run as fast as I could, which obviously wasn't  that fast. He caught up to me and dragged me inside by my hair and started hurting me. He was furious, I remember his face clearly. But I was tired of being so helpless so I started kicking and throwing punches. I managed to kick him in the balls and get up and run. I didn't even make it to the front door before he caught me though. I started yelling for help but it didn't work. My dad took out a knife  from his pocket and he threatened me to shut up and stop moving or else he's kill me. I didn't listen thought, I kept on moving and yelling. He aimed the knife for my belly button and started bringing in down at a quick pace. He would've killed me if I wasn't moving so much, but since I was moving the knife drove through mu thigh instead. I remember yelling out at the top of my lungs and him saying, 'maybe now you'll think twice before trying to leave'. I don't remember anything else because I blacked out since I lost so much blood." I finally finished my story. It felt good to tell someone what had happened since it haunted me everyday. My tears still streamed down my face, but Louis had stopped. I could tell he was trying to hold back the tears, he was trying to be strong. At least one of us were trying to maintain ourselves...

We were still rocking back and forth. I looked up at Louis who kissed my forehead for comfort. He smiled faintly and I smiled too. I was really happy I told Louis. I felt a lot better. I looked down at Louis's shirt. It was stained with my make-up since I was crying in his chest. "Oh my gosh! I am so sorry! I had completely forgotten about my makeup!" He seemed confused at first but then looked down at his shirt. He just laughed. 

"Oh, it's fine darling. But why don't I leave you so you can finish getting ready then we can go back to my flat so I could get ready then go on our date. How does that sound, love?"

"That sounds perfect. But where are we going? I don't know what to wear"

"Somewhere fancy. Dress nice, okay?"

"Okay Louis. You can go now." We both chuckled.

"Alright, love." He gave me a comforting smile and a kiss on my forehead before walking out of my room and leaving me with my thoughts. 

 

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