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*


16. I Am Strong

-Louis's POV-


        Zayn threw his phone and laptop onto the floor and ran over to Delilah's bed. I ran into the bathroom to get some towels.


"What's wrong?" Delilah was muttering.


"We need to get you cleaned up," Zayn said calmly, but I could tell he was freaking out.


"How could you do this to yourself?" I almost yelled at her, but I managed to keep my voice down.


       Before she could reply, Liam burst into the room.


"I was outside grilling burgers when this landed on my head," he said, holding up a towel, completely damp with blood. "Oh my god." He too ran over to Delilah.


"Guys, get away! I'm fine!" she said, holding her wrist and running into the bathroom.


   I threw my head in my hands and felt so overwhelmed. How was she going to get better? I just thought I had solved the problems, and now it's even worse. Going to the doctors was supposed to make her better, not make her commit even more self-harm. I going to have to keep an even closer eye on her, but then she will think that I'm too overprotective, get mad, and hurt herself even more. I don't see a way out of this situation.


-Delilah's POV-


       I ran into the bathroom, holding my wrist. I can't belive this happened. They weren't supposed to see this! They are already going to force me to eat, now they are gonna watch my every move. I can't do this. I need to escape.


       I walked over to the bathroom window and opened it. The wind rushed through my hair. It had just started pouring down rain; the lightning lit up the sky. I turned around and looked at the room one last time. Louis, Zayn, and Liam were all trying to remove the blood from my bed right now. I was going to leave without even saying goodbye.


      That last thought crushed me. I wasn't going to say goodbye, after all the help they had given me. They gave me a place to stay with people that cared about me. They kept me out of harm's way. Louis paid for my education. Louis. The first person that ever said they loved me. One last tear slid down my cheek and landed on the rug.


      I already had one leg out the window. I ducked my head through and prepared for the fall. I was hanging by my fingers to the window frame.


WHAT AM I DOING?! This is not what I want, I don't want to leave. It took me almost dropping myself 30 feet to the ground to realize what a stupid person I am.


"LOUIS! HELP!" I yelled. Shit, I had locked the door.


"DELILAH? ARE YOU OKAY?" he replied, and frantically tried opening the door. The moisture of the rain was making me lose my grip, and I had already lost considerably large amounts of blood.


       I heard the porch door open below me. It was Niall.


"OH MY GOD, DELILAH!" he yelled up at me.


"HELP!" It was taking my everything to keep holding on. C'mon Delilah, you can do this. You are strong.


       Suddenly the bathroom door burst open and all three boys came rushing over to the window. They pulled me up, which wasn't hard because I don't weigh much. I came back through the window sopping wet, and collapsed onto Louis, causing him to fall over. Both of us were breathing heavily.


"I'm so sorry," I whispered into his ear.


I was too exhausted to stand up. I was too exhausted to do anything. I was too exhausted to breathe.


"I am strong. I am strong. I am strong" I kept repeating in my head.



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