Struggle (A Louis Tomlinson Fanfiction)

Louis Tomlinson is in high school, and he gets a girl pregnant while she's trying to get over a break up..

Includes swears in multiple chapters, and self harm in chapter 5. I can rewrite it without the self harm, if requested.


3. Chapter 2

-Alexandra's POV-

I woke up at Vanessa's house again, and she was looking in the mirror straightening her hair. I decided just to do a braid in my hair today, so I started to get ready for school. Ew. I put on a pair of ripped jeans and a ruffled, purple shirt, and moccasins. Good enough, right? I braided my hair to the side, and secured it with an elastic and bobby pins. Vanessa and I went to school, and as we walked by people, things got quiet. Well, as I walked by people, not so much Vanessa. I hurried to my locker because of that, and when I got to homeroom I sat in the back. And Louis sat on the side of me. I saw him from the corner of my eye, but didn't turn to look at him or say anything.

"Have people been staring you down since you got here?" he asked me.

"I guess so. I've been trying not to pay any attention to it, though." I said to him.

He nodded. The teacher came in, and started to teach the class. I felt eyes on me and Louis from the side. Someone passed him a note, and it said: Are you two a thing now? Wouldn't be surprised. and it was in Justin's handwriting. I looked over and him and his friends were looking at us, smirking. I rubbed my eye with my middle finger, like I was nonchalantly giving him the middle finger. He scoffed, and turned towards the front of the class. I thought so. Louis opened to a new page in his notebook, and started to write something down, although the teacher didn't tell us to take any notes. He finished writing, and the page said, What's your honest opinion of me? I thought to myself for a second, and then wrote down Well what's your opinion of me? Write me a letter and I'll write you one. He started to write, so I guess I should've started to, too.

Dear Louis,

I've known you for a while but never really talked to you until that night at the party, so I don't know you well enough for this letter to be very long. I think you're cute and funny, and I kinda like you. But I'm still really sad over Justin. I really loved him. Don't take this the wrong way, but I don't know why we did what we did at that party. It was stupid of both of us. Maybe I wanted to get my mind off of Justin. I don't know. But I regret it. -Alexandra.

I scribbled that onto a piece of paper, and the teacher gave us work to do, so I flipped the page in my notebook, and started to do it. I ripped the letter out of my notebook and folded it up. Louis left the room, and he had a paperclip in his agenda holding important papers together, so I stuck it in there and wrote Louis, from Alexandra. on it and put his agenda back in the desk, where it was. He sat down when he got back, and he started to do the work. We worked in silence for a little while. The class ended, and Louis gave me a very long letter. It said,


I don't know where to start. I've always thought you were really pretty but I didn't have the balls to ever talk to you until at the party. You have a great personality, you're funny and caring and I really enjoyed talking to you that night. When I found you in the woods, you seemed lost. You seemed empty, and I didn't want to see you like that. I tried to talk to you, to get your mind off of everything, but I didn't think it worked. When we went upstairs with the alcohol, I knew it would take everything off your mind. Which was stupid of me, I should've never done it. I know I regret it, and you probably do too. I'm so sorry.

I'm probably going to sound so cheesy right now. When we kissed because of spin the bottle, I know it was only because of a game but I felt so happy. I felt way more than butterflies. It was a great moment for me, I don't know how you feel about it. I think I fell in love with you that night.

So on that note, do you want to go on a date with me on Friday night? -Louis.

I held it in my hand as I put all my books back in my bag and walked out of class. I had art next, with Vanessa. It was a small class, thank god. Only about 10 other people were in it, and they were all pretty nice people. I sat down at a table with just Vanessa and I opened the letter. She read it along with me.

Ew. Why did he call me Alex, I hated that. But the letter made me blush. Vanessa asked me why he wrote it.

"Well, he asked me what I thought about him so I told him I'd write him a letter about it if he wrote me one. So that's his letter to me," I said, while getting paint supplies out. I started to paint a random sunset, because we were working on silhouette paintings.

-Louis' POV-

I was in English class, which I had no friends in, and I read the letter. It was really short, compared to mine. But she did explain why it was short, so I guess that makes up for it. I agree with what she said about regretting it. I decided to do my work, unlike half of the class, but my mind kept wandering towards her. Had she read mine yet? She probably has, she has class with Vanessa. What did she think of it? I really hope she says yes about Friday. Even though it was only Monday. Where would I take her? Maybe rollerblading, or to an arcade. I'm not sure yet.


A/N: Two updates in a row to celebrate Harry's (now late) birthday and me being done with science fair! Yay! Hope you like them :)

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