Broken

Love and hate...both come from the heart. Both have the power to drive a person completely over the edge. So in a way, they're not much different. At least not for Eleanor Calder and her enemy, Louis Tomlinson. Louis has hated this girl ever since he can remember. But what happens when Louis discovers that Eleanor is being beaten and abused by her current boyfriend, James? What will happen when Louis goes away to audition for the X-Factor, only to become victim to a fatal car crash? And what happens to Louis and Harry's relationship when Harry becomes closed off and cold?

Find all these answers and more in 'Broken' a One Direction fan fiction

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2. Drop It

   Hello, I'm Louis Tomlinson. I am 21 years old and I live with my best friend Harry Styles. I am 1/5 of a band called One Direction, you may have heard of us. You may like us, you may not. If you do, I am grateful. If you don't, well, what can I do about that? Nothing.

   I have a wonderful girlfriend named Eleanor Calder. She is the best thing that has ever happened to me. She is the air that I breathe, and love of my life. You may think what I say is cheesy and foolish, but it is all true. I love her with all my being.

   I didn't always feel this way though. At one point, in fact, I hated this girl. I loathed this girl. I spent every single minute of my existence making her life miserable. But I regret that now. I really do. Only now do I realize how terrible I made her feel. Only now do I realize the pain I put her through.

   You know she almost killed herself because of me?

   She reminds me everyday that it wasn't entirely my fault; that her boyfriend, James, was to blame. But I don't buy it. He's dead and gone now, so he can't hurt her ever again. Mind you, I thought this once and it came back to bite me in the ass. My Eleanor was almost taken from me because of my care free nature. And it sure as hell won't happen again.

   I'm sorry, this topic makes me quite bitter. Excuse my cursing.

   Would you like to hear the story? Would you like to hear how my beloved Eleanor and I came to be? 

   Well, alright. I'll tell you.

 

   Louis' POV (3 years ago)

   "Just drop it Louis, it's not like you care anyway." Eleanor Calder muttered and hurried down the hall, trying her best not to run into the on coming wave of high-school students.

   I, Louis Tomlinson, let out an exasperated sign and ran after her. I hate this. I hate that I was beginning to discover feelings for the girl I was sure I hated. I hate it even more because I was sure I was in love with my girlfriend, Taylor. I mean, just yesterday I had been planning the prank of the semester, Eleanor being my prime victim. That is, until I found James, Eleanor's boyfriend, punching and slapping her on my way home from school. It took all of my power not to run up to that jerk and kick his ass.

   Now I'm trying to talk to her about it; and Eleanor, being a typical stubborn girl, is refusing to talk to me. I can tell my the look in her eyes that she's hurting inside. I don't usually notice these things, but with her, it's painfully obvious. It makes me want to sweep her into a giant hug and protect her from everything that's hurting her. Very few people have that effect on me, only four in fact. Taylor, my best friend Harry Styles, my mother, and now apparently Eleanor.

   I watched as she stopped at her locker and shoved her books in. The halls were nearly empty, with a few stragglers here and there. Eleanor and I have a free period now, giving me the perfect chance to ask her about her boyfriend. If you can even call him that. In my opinion, if he doesn't treat you properly you should dump him. Especially if he beats you. That's wrong on so many different levels. No body should have to put up with that.

   "I do care you know," I murmur as I lean against the neighboring locker, "It's not right. What he does to you is not right."

   Her eyes glare up at me, her lips pressed into a thin line, "It's none of your business what he does to me. I'm happy, that's all that matters."

   Her voice cracks at the end and she knows she's been caught. I know that she's stuck in an unhappy situation, she knows that too.

   "Eleanor, just dump him, nobody is worth that much pain."

   Her sad eyes harden once again, "Louis!" she snaps, "Just drop it! Leave me alone!"

   I can only watch in shock as she slams her locker closed and runs down the hall. Why can't she just dump him? It's not like she's happy with him, it's not like he's a nice person. He's a complete you know what.

   Eleanor's POV.

   He doesn't understand. Nobody understands. Yes, James does beat me occasionally. Yes, he practically kills me every single time. But if he's not with me, nobody else will be. I'm not exactly a lovable person, James and Louis remind me of that everyday. In James' eyes, I'm no more than his worthless play toy and punching bag. In Louis' eyes, well, I'm not sure any more. Louis' hated me since the very first day we met. I remember it like it was yesterday, because it was that day I fell in love with him.

   Yes, I fell in love with Louis Tomlinson.

   But he hated me and it killed me. All the practical jokes and petty insults. They killed me then and they kill me now. I'm broken, there's no other way to put it. I'm broken and there's no one who cares enough to fix me. 

   I put up with his pranks for a long time, only because I loved him though. I couldn't tell him about my feelings, he would only laugh and hold it against me.

   When I was in 9th grade, I met James at a club. I thought he cared for me, as a friend in the least, so I let him into my life, my first mistake. I let him mend my emotional wounds and feed me soothing lies. Only now do I realize they were lies. At the time, the only thing that mattered to me was keeping James by my side. I even told him about my feelings for Louis, my second mistake. Eventually I became aware of James' true side. He'e evil side.

   Enough back story though. I don't want to bore you with my crappy past.

   I dashed into the library and quickly hid myself between two long bookshelves. Louis needs to mind his own business. I love him with all my heart, but he doesn't feel that way. He's trying to find my weakness and exploit it. That's all he's after. No matter how much it hurts to admit, I know he'll never feel the same way about me as I do about him. He has a girlfriend for god's sake!

   A beautiful girlfriend who is and always will be better than me. She's prettier. She's funnier. She's smarter. She's well...perfect. And I'm not. Enough said.

   A sniffle breaks the silence. I hadn't realized I was crying until then. But my face was already damp with tears and laced with sorrow. I watched the tear stains darken the denim of my jeans. Just yesterday, it was my blood that was staining these jeans. James, he was always James' fault. Even though he blamed it on me, he blamed everything on me.

   "See, you're not happy," Louis' voice rumbles, "you're crying."

    I look up but can't meet his eyes, "I know I'm crying!" I snap, "Please, just leave me alone."

   "Eleanor," he murmured, "look at you, you're a wreck."

   "Well thanks." I mutter sarcasitly. I hate this, I hate how he makes me feel loved and cared about. When I know he's only playing some angle. He's acting. I've seen him acting in the school plays, he's amazing, but he can't fool me.

   I watch as he lowers himself to the ground beside me. His peircing blue eyes seemed to look right through my soul. As if he knew all my secrets and all my feelings. But I knew he didn't, if he did, he would have already made fun of me for it.

   It's funny that such a good looking, seemingly caring guy, could be so cruel. So...evil.

   I gasped as his arm slowly wraps around my shoulders and pull me into his warm embrace. He smelt like mint and chocolate. I always imagined he would smell strongly of axe or a different type of aftershave. But no, as far as I could tell, this scent was all natural. It was nice.

   Louis' POV.

   Her tears dampened my shoulder, but I didn't mind. She looked so broken and sad. Eleanor sighed deeply and relaxed in arms.

   Only then do I realize how wrong this is. I'm supposed to hate this girl! She tensed beside me, we're so close. Our faces only inches appart.

   "Louis I-"

   Suddenly I'm being pulled to my feet by a strong hand clasped to my shirt. I wince as James shoves me against the bookshelf, hitting my head in the process.

   "James!" Eleanor gasped, "Stop!" 

   "You shut up!" James hollored over his shoulder, "Nobody cares what you have to say."

   "James," Eleanor pleaded, "please, he did nothing wrong."

   James only smirked and stared me straight in the eye, "I saw what I saw..and I didn't like it."

   "James!" a new voice suddenly sounded, "My office! Now!"

   The principle santured over and rested an assertive hand on James' shoulder. The younger boy only chuckled under his breath and let me slip to the ground. 

   "Keep your hands off what doesn't belong to you, Tomlinson." James warns as he walks away. 

 

 

    

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