It Wont Be Like This For Long...

In this story, a girl, Kendal, and her best friend, Molly, meet One Direction whist at their concert in London. Kendal has always lived there. In Cheshire. Molly lives in America, but only because her parents made her move over there. -We used to pick on people like Americans, but now, Molly is sort of aone now... so we try our best not to. She's lived there so long, her accent is starting to fade away, slowly, but surely. Soon enough, she'll be a regular old Jolly Englander. We call America 'Jolly Ol' England'. It's just something we do here.-
Enjoy this story. It's about us, meeting One Direction and Zayn really starts to take a liking to Molly... and there are some problems along the way, but we all stay on the right track, and we get them where their hearts are. So, enjoy:)

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35. Amusement Park Chapter(Continued)

 

     "I think I've found the one." Louis says, smiling down at me, which I return. He looks around us, seeing someone knock into him. I yelled at the person to watch where they were going. Wow, over these days with Louis, I seemed to have gained a deep possesive feeling over him. Is this good, or bad? Maybe I should talk to Molly about it. She knows the answers for almost everything I ever ask her.  I seem to have to tell people forcably not to touch him, or tell them to stay out of our buisness when they just come to talk to us. Even with the fans, which I feel bad about... most of the time. But nobody wants to be around me when someone flirts with Louis. I would let my fists do the talking, of course Louis would grab me by the waist and hold me back, but it didnt stop the anger.

"Louis... I think I have a problem.." I say, and he looks down at me, losing the smirk. He steps back, putting his hands up.

"I'm sorry, if I did something. I'll take things slower, I promise!" Louis says, taking one more step back before finally stopping.

"No, no, please come back. It's not you, it's me being the problem. I'm way to possesive over you... I dont know why..." I say, and Louis steps closer, pulling me into a hug.

"It's fine. Everybody does it when they dont want to lose the person they're possesive over. And, now I know you feel the same about me." Louis says, letting me go, but leaving his hands on my waist.

"Louis, I swear, this is serious. One day you'll get sick of me being like this, and then we'll break apart. I dont want to lose you, Louis. I love you." I say, and he smiles.

"I love you too." He says, and kisses me on the cheek. "I like how you're a little protective over me. Maybe it's because I am your protection. Maybe you feel like you need to repay me, which you dont. I do this for free." He says, the last part jokingly. I smile, and playfully hit him in the shoulder.

"I know. I know. But, I think I need to stop it. You are your own person, you can handle it." I say, and he smirks again.

"Hey, I know. It's fine. You wanna go on the Ferris Wheel again? Or, go check out some more rides? I want to stay for Midnight Madness here." He says, and takes my hand, leading me away from the horrible rollercoaster ride. I smile as his grip tightens and he pulls me closer when another man winks at me.

"See, I need to protect you from those." Louis says, pointing at the man, who looked like a pedophile. To be honest. He was almost completely bald, with a little of what seemed to be grey hair on his head, and then he had on a stained white t-shirt. He was fat, so the tanktop  was a horrible idea. His pants were all ripped, and the little white hair he did have was shiny, like he hadnt taken a shower in forever. I nod at Louis, and lean closer to him, seeing the man looking me up and down as we walked away from him. Then, I heard footsteps following us, and I turned to see that man following us. Closely. Behind me. Louis pushed me behind him, his protective/posessive  boyfriend state kicking into high-gear.

"Hey, look buddy, you have a problem? She's with me, she doesnt even know you. She wouldnt go with you." Louis says, with a little more words, I really shouldnt repeat them....

"Hey, I'm just trying to find someone for myself. Dont blame me if your girlfriend's been checking me out and she's hot." The man says, looking over Louis' shoulder to me. I crouch down a little, and hugged onto Louis. He didnt move, wich signalled it was okay. I stayed there, butterflies going off in my stomach. He might have been the one who had tried to take me when I was five, when I got lost here.

"Look, stop! Stop, she's mine! Leave us alone, turn your huge butt back around and go home, you have no buisness here with an underage girl for you. She's way underage to you, the way you look." Louis says, "And honestly, you look like a rapist. If I were a stranger, I wouldnt let her go with you." Louis finishes, and the man opens his dark eyes wider than they were. Making the fat on the side of his face crinkle in an unhumanly way. I felt the man's gaze on me again, as he moved to the side of Louis, I tried to escape, but the man pulled on my arm. Louis was yelling so loud. I knew this would get bad fast. And, I hated how much trouble me and Louis have been into since we've been together. I just cant help but start to cry, he is really hurting my arm, not Louis, Louis is fine. But the man had my arm twisted in a way it looked broken, but it wasnt.

"Maybe I am a rapist. Maybe she's my next target. Maybe I'm stronger than the both of you, and I could take her with no force at all." The man says, and I pull so hard on my arm, it hurts so bad, but I cant let this man take me. I reach over to Louis with my other arm, and he takes my hand, pulling lightly. I try to bite at the man who had my other arm, but he was so god-awfully wretched that I just couldnt bring myself to do it. I felt Louis' grip tightened, and I felt my other arm, the one the man had, I felt that arm starting to have immense pain. I cried out, which made Louis let go of my arm, run over and hit the guy straight in the eye. The man fell, and Louis hit him in the mouth one last time before coming over to me. The man wasnt knocked out, and he was struggling to get up, trying to hold his face too. He was failing. Louis bent down, telling me to hop on his back, I did, and Louis got up with no problem at all, and started to walk away quickly. Then he started to run. I felt like I was weighing him down severly, but he kept running.
"Oh s***! We dont have Parker to drive us home. What are we supposed to do?" Louis asked me, and I honestlty didnt know...

"I dont know babe. It's my fault, I told him he needed sleep." I say. Louis breathes a huge breath, a complaining breath. He hates when I say things are my fault, even if they actually are....

"It's not your fault. I swear. I just think we need to get home quickly and not say a word about this." Louis says, and I say it sounds good.

"Okay, but please let me down. I want to run. I dont want to make you tired." I say.

"Babe, you're not going to. You're 19 and you only weigh like 90 pounds." Louis says, anything to let him know that I was still there next to him.

"Fine, fine. As soon as you get tired, you can let me down. I can run myself, babe." I say, joking. He chuckles and just keeps running, people staring at us like we're insane. Louis stops for a minute and turns around. The man isnt chasing us anymore. We both breathe a sigh of relief, and I hop off of Louis myself.

"Why did you do that?" Louis asks me, "He could still be somewhere around here." He finishes.

"It's okay. Let's just, get home.." I say, and Louis nods, taking my hand.

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We walk for a few minutes, in complete silence, before I finally speak.

"You know, I would do the same things for you. Beat someone up and make them know they cant have you." I say, and Louis turns to me, and smiles sweetly.

"Yeah?" He asks.

"Of course I would. I feel exactly the same about you as you do for me. And thats a promise." I say, and he spins me around, so I'm in front of him. He kisses me on the cheek, and then hugs me.

'Thats a good thing. I really love you." He says, while still hugging me.

"I really love you, too, Louis." I say, and Louis pulls back the hug, and we continue walking again. I smile, knowing this is something special. Maybe I do have my only one. I think Louis is my one love. I was searching and searching, not wanting to be alone all my life, but I found Louis. I found the one.

"If you werent there watching, I would've beaten him senseless. But, I dont want me to scare you in any way, I dont want you to see anyone fighting. I promise, I promise someday that I will fix all this. I'll give you a good life. I swear. No more runins with perverts like that fat old man, no more near-death encounters and no more deadly cuts, on the side of your pretty face." Louis says, and I get tears in my eyes.

"I think just being with you right now, no matter what happens, even if we're in the hospital together, I think just being here with you is perfect to me. I'm living my perfect life right now."I say, and Louis smiles, looking down into my eyes.

"Yeah, but I swear I will make all this up to you one day. Okay, and I get it, no more amusement parks... One of these days, we're just going to be arrested from one of these encounters. And, then, what type of perfect life is that?" Louis says, not really looking for an answer, just rhetorically.

"Louis, theres one thing I need you to know. No matter what happens, no matter where we are, as long as we're together somewhere and somehow, my life is complete." I say, and Louis looks at the ground, blushing a little.

"You really think so?" He asks me, and I nod.

"I dont think so, I believe so. Actually, I KNOW so." I say, and he smiles again. We were still walking down the street, which doesnt bother me. We were almost there, almost back home. I couldnt wait to just go to sleep. Tonight has been a rough night, no, this week has been a rough week. It seems like Louis is my only reason to breath anymore. If Louis wasnt here, I would die. For real.

 

 

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