You're Perfect to Me

This is a Louis Tomlinson fan fiction.
Delilah is a 19-year-old college student who has been bullied all her life. She goes to Greenview University in Manchester, England. Extremely insecure about herself, she doesn't think she can do it anymore. She doesn't think she deserves to live. But that was until Louis Tomlinson came along. *Some strong language*


13. Be A Role Model

Louis said he loved me. That was probably the best thing that has ever happened in my life. I really couldn't belive it.


"Really?" I asked astonishingly.


"Yup. I'll never let anyone tell you otherwise again," He said kissing my forehead. "Are you sure you don't want to see a doctor?" he asked.


"What for?"


"You might need some extra stuff to get you healthy again," he answered.


"I don't think I really need to." I said. There was no reason that I needed to see a doctor.


"I know, but it would make me feel better knowing that you're okay," Louis said taking my hand.




I walked out of my bedroom with Louis following me. Everyone was gathered around the TV watching Love Actually. I had never seen this movie, but Louis kept insisting it was the best one in the world. I sat on the couch with my legs across Louis' lap. He was right, it was the best movie ever. I got up halfway through the movie to get some water from the kitchen. Danielle walked in and opened the fridge.


"So are you and Louis like a thing?" she asked with her head stuck in the fridge.


"I guess, I mean he hasn't actually made it official," I realized. "Whar about you and Liam?" I asked, taking the subject off of me.


"Yeah, for almost 3 years now," she answered.


"Oh wow! Congratulations!" I said.


"Yeah, he's the best a girl could ask for!" she said as she turned to walk out.


"Danielle?" I called after her.




"Do you ever feel like you can't take all the hate? Like you just want everthing to end?" I asked.


"End in what way?" she asked with her back turned to me.


"I don't know."


She turned around and said, "It is a lot, yes. It is hard to deal with, but I wouldn't change anything in my life. If all the hate got to me that bad that I wanted to end my life, you have to realize that with every hater there is a supporter. Think about how many people you would be letting down. That's what I wouldn't be able to deal with."


I nodded. She just made so much sense that now I couldn't think of ending my life for one minute.


"Whenever you feel like life isn't worth living, think of all those people that look up to you. I want to be a role model, and commiting something as awful as suicide would definitely not earn me that rank," she said and walked back into the living room.


I walked out shortly after and sat down next to Louis again, pondering what I just heard. I realized how many people in this world have it way worse than me.


I guess I never saw the end of the movie, because when I woke up, the sun was shining and Louis' head was in my lap of the couch. He woke as soon as I did and rolled over to face me.


"Good morning beautiful," He said blankly looking up into my eyes.


"Good morning handsome," I replied.


Suddenly he shot up and threw me onto his back. He ran through the house with me bursting into fits of laughter. He was making these hilarious airplane sounds when suddenly he stopped and threw me on my bed.


"Thank you for riding the Louis Tomlinson airlines," he said.


I couldn't stop laughing until he finally said, "Let's go get some breakfast."


I followed him out of my room and chased him down the corridor to the kitchen. Liam was making pancakes with Danielle. I don't know if pancake is the right word, more like a cloud of flour and something cooking.


"What do we have here?" Louis asked and walked between them.


"A masterpiece," Danielle answered.


"Well, please serve Lady Delilah because we have places to go and people to see," he said.


"It's alright Louis, I'm not really hungry," I said.  I knew he wasn't going to take it anymore so I reluctantly took the plate from him.


Despite the looks, they tasted good. Louis forced 4 pancakes into me before I refused to eat any more. I went into my room to get dressed. I wore a denim tank top with black ripped shorts and high tops. I went into the bathroom to braid my hair when I felt the same awful feelings as last night.


I couldn't keep it down. So I didn't. So much for forcing me to eat. At least Louis didn't see me this time. He didn't have to know.


I walked out of my room and Louis was sitting on the couch.


"To the doctor's we go!" he said and drug me out of the house.

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