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*


4. Date, Baby!

I kept thinking to myself 'why would he give me his number?' Probably he thought I was so accident prone that I would kill myself. It's kind of true in a way. I really wanted to text him, but I was afraid to. What if he thought I was annoying?


If you can tell, even though I'm 19, I don't have much experience with boys. No way, Shayna made sure of that. I threw my books to the side, thanking God that it was Friday. It was now or never.


"Hey, it's Delilah" I texted.


"Hey, what's up?" He answer about 2 seconds later.


"Just finished homework"


"We should hang out tomorrow!"


"Yeah, we should!" I replied.


"How about at the café in the square?" He asked.


"Perfect." We set up a time and I turned out my light.


Today had been a productive day. Not counting the bruised leg.


We can fix that later.


I woke up bright and early ( I shouldn't early, it was 11 o'clock) and popped out of bed. I didn't eat anything, I was going out to lunch. My stomach let out a huge growl when I was thinking about food. I realized I hadn't eaten in two days. Oh well, I could last a few more hours.


If you were wondering, I do have an eating disorder. I am definitely not proud to say it, but I have had one since the young age of 13. The effects bullying can have on people is awful.


I walked into my bathroom and turned the shower on. I stripped down and before I got in, I weighed myself. 110 pounds. I was definitely losing weight, but I still looked fat. I was a lot bigger than everyone else, and I don't know why.


I slipped into a short top and a high-low hemmed skirt, hoping that would cover my leg in the back. I curled my waist-length hair and put on my makeup. It was 12:30, I was meeting Louis at 1. I quickly slipped on some floral platforms and walked out.


I refused to let Louis come pick me up, so we decided to meet at Sunday Morning, the cafe in the square. It was only about a mile from my house so I walked. I needed the exercise.




"Hey Delilah!" Louis greeted me as I walked in the cafe. He was early.


"Hello! Have you been waiting long?" I asked.


"Nope, but I ordered us some food," he said, showing me the tray at our table. My mouth started watering.


"Take whatever you want," he said.


"It's fine, I'm not hungry. I ate before I came," I lied.


Embarrassingly, my stomach let out a HUGE growl.


I mean huge.




Like an elephant stampede inside of me.


He looked at me like I was crazy.


"You're making the cinnamon roll sad. He wants someone to eat him," he said.


"I thought food didn't like to be eaten," I laughed.


"This cinnamon roll is special," he said smiling and pushing it towards me.


I gave in and ate it. HEAVEN.


We talked and laughed. He didn't mind that I was an outcast at school. He didn't care. We had a bunch of things in common, one of which was we both thought Shayna was a giant motherfucking slutbag. We walked out laughing our heads off.


This just might be a new beginning.

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