You Found Me

I ran away from home, I ran away from my past. I had no where to go. I knew I would die on the streets. But that has to better than being killed by someone who loves me? Better than being killed by the one I love? That's what I thought until I ran into someone . . . This someone just happened to be part of a famous boy-band.


3. Kiss

He looked in my eyes and leaned forward, closing the gap between us. I closed my eyes when our lips met. He pulled away after a minute. 

"Oops." He mumbled. I blushed and looked down. 

"Sorry." I whispered. 

"Just don't tell anyone. I will show you your room." Louis said, guiding me to a spare room. It had a double bed in the middle with light purple bedding, lilac carpet and light purple walls. The curtains were a deep purple. There was a long mirror in the corner and there was some drawers next to the bed. 

"Wow." I muttered. 

"This is where my sister used to stay when she wanted to get away from university. But she lives in Australia now, so it's all yours. There are clothes in the drawers you can wear, she said I could keep them in case I have a girl staying around." Louis explained. 

"Nice. Thanks, again." I said smiling. 

"It's no problem, so I'll . . . Er, leave you to unpack your bag." Louis stammered and left the room. I pulled my bag off of my shoulder and put my spare clothes in the drawers and left the rest of the contents inside, placing my bag neatly in front of the window. 

I pulled my phone out of my pocket and remembered I threw the sim card away. I turned it off and put it on top of the drawers. I walked out of the room and into the lounge to find Louis on the phone. He held one finger up signalling that he would be a minute. 

"I'm sorry, but I can't see you tonight." Louis muttered, anger tinting his voice. "I have rehearsals with the boys, I told you that yesterday. I know you have a photoshoot but the boys need me, I can't bail on them." A few seconds passed, he rolled his eyes. "Amy, sorry. I can't take this anymore. It's over." and he hung up. 

"Wanna talk about it?" I asked. My old friend went through the same problem, Joe made him stay away from me when we started dating, I didn't realise till a year ago. 

"Sure." Louis replied and sat on the sofa, tapping the space next to him. I sat down and looked at him. "She doesn't understand the boys come before her. I have bailed on them too many times in the past for her, she has never bailed her career for me." 

"She obviously doesn't care about you, she cares too much about herself. The best thing you can do is not talk to her and ignore her threats." I explained. 

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