Romance

Annabelle, Ella and Abbi have been best friends since reception. They've done everything together from sleepovers to concerts. What happens when the 18 year olds go to a One Direction concert? Will they all be heartbroken? Or will they all be happy in love? Find out about heartaches, betrayals and more. <- I know it doesn't sound good but please read, like and favourite it:) I also love feedback!

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46. Staying Quiet.

Ella's P.O.V ~ 

"It's just....." I say and then I can't hear the words come out of my mouth. It's like they're stuck there and they won't come out. 

 

"It's just, what?" He pushed me again for an answer. I can't tell me. I don't want to tell him, not yet anyway. He looks at me like his life depended on getting an answer from me. I look at the floor but he tilts my head up to face him. "Ella." I push his hand away and draw my knees up to my chest. I rest my forehead on my knees and sigh. I look up and see him sitting impatiently, still waiting for my answer. 

 

"I can't tell you." I say sternly and tears begin threatening to spill. He looks hurt when I say those words but that's the sort of truth. I can't tell him but also a part of me doesn't. 

 

"Ella. We promised that we'd have no more secrets between us. No secrets." He repeats it like I don't understand it or something. But I do. Perfectly clear. I shake my head.

 

"I can't tell you this one." 

 

"Yes you can." He says and grasps my hands in his. "You can." I shake my head.

 

"No I can't! What do you not understand about that god damn sentence?" I snap at him. He looks hurt and back away, "I'm sorry. I shouldn't of snapped."

 

"It's okay. But I wish you'd tell me what was wrong. Please tell me." He urges again. I shake my head getting up and going to the kitchen. I walk over to the fully stocked fridge and get a glass of apple juice. He follows me in and stands on the other side of the island which is in the middle. "Please?!" He begs, raising his voice a bit.

 

"For Godsake Louis. I'm not telling you because I'm not ready for you to know. Don't worry, I'm not pregnant, I've not got an illness. It's something that's happened in my past which I would rather forget about." While I say the last part, I trace my hand over the scar which is located on my right hip. Louis and I have never had sex so he hasn't had chance to see it. He looks at me and then at my right hip and then back at me. He comes closer and takes my hand off of my hip without breaking eye contact. He lifts up my top but I quickly bat it down again before he can see all of it. I think he saw the part of which it ends. It's black and disgusting. He looks up with wide eyes.

 

"Ella?" He asks with tears in his eyes. I run out of the room before he can say anything. I run up the stairs and have no idea where I'm going. 

 

Louis' P.O.V ~ 

What was that? How did she get it? I look at the door she has just run out of and let the tears fall. My baby has been hurt by something and she hasn't told me. Whatever it was, I only saw a tip of and it looked bigger. If the 'thing' is on her right hip, that explains why she wears swimming costumes when she has a bikini figure. Maybe she's insecure about it and is afraid of what people will say. 

 

I walk out of the door and up the stairs. I turn down the corridor to our bedroom. I find her laid on our new bed with her head buried in one of the duck feathered pillows. I look at her and then walk over. I lay down next to her and pull her close into me. Her back is against my front and she sighs. "I love you Lou."

 

"I love you too, Ella." 

 

Those are the last words before a started dreaming about what could of caused her scar and who could've done that to such an innocent girl. Maybe she's not innocent after all?..... 

 

 

Thank you for all the reads and I'll soon be on 800 reads which I'm really thankful for! I love you guys and please give feedback and favourite/like. Thank youuuuuuuuuu:* xxxxx 

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