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*


6. Money Problems

I woke up the next morning at 12 and had to get ready for work. I slipped into my uniform and hopped into my truck. Today was payday. I was going to need it because my bills were due.


I finally got to leave at 6 and got my check. $300 for the month. I really need a new job. There was no way this was going to cut it.


I checked my phone and saw a text from Louis. "Hello, Delilah! Are you busy?" He asked.


"Just got out of work." I replied.


"Want to go to dinner?" He asked.


"How about instead you help me look for a job?" I asked.


"Sounds great!" He came to pick me up in his jeep at the store. We went around passing out my résumé to random shops, the one thing I knew how to do. I really hope they hire me fast, because the apartment people are not very lenient.


Louis dropped me back off at the convienent store so I could get my car. I wonder if he really wanted to hang out with me, or he just felt bad. I never know what to think, because it seems so weird to have someone to talk to.


I drove home and stomped up the stairs. As I came closer to my door, I noticed a letter was stuck to it. No, it wasn't a letter, it was a sign. I shined my phone light on it and read it. It stated:


EVICTION NOTICE. Your apartment is under eviction. You have three days to either pay the sufficient amount or move out. Thank you.


I was stunned. I couldn't move. Everything froze. I didn't have a home anymore. It took a while before it sank in. I collapsed onto the ground outside my door, but I was too shocked to cry. I didn't know what to do.


I didn't know if I should call someone. But who? My mom live halfway across the country, I don't have a dad. So I did what my instincts told me to do. I called Louis.


"Hello?" He answered as soon as I called.


"Hey Louis," I choked out, "something's come up. Can you drive over to my apartment really quickly?" I asked.


"Yeah, of course. Are you ok?" He asked.


"I don't know. Just get here as fast as you can." I just sat there, at the bottom of my door, until Louis arrived. He was looking around like he find think he came to the right place. Then he saw me, balled up with my head on my knees. I saw him glance up at the sign.


"Oh my god, Delilah," was all he could say. He took my hand and that was when the tears started. They all poured out like it was my last day to live. He embraced me and rocked me back and forth in his arms until I calmed down. This took a while.


"Why didn't you tell me sooner? I could've helped," he told me. He unlocked my door and sat me down on the couch.


"Just for once, I wanted to pretend everything was ok. I wanted to be normal, without a care in the world about bills and expenses. I wanted someone to treat me like there was nothing wrong with me," I explained.


"There isn't anything wrong with you. How could you say that?" He asked, stroking my hair behind my ear.


"You've seen what happens at school. I'm not exactly popular. I didn't know what was happening, someone actually stopped to help me, instead of just walking past. You acted like you cared."


"I do care. I care very much," he said looking into my eyes.


I didn't know what to say. I wrapped my arms around him and he put me in his lap.


"Let me help. I can pay your bills," he offered.


"No. I can't let you do that," I protested.


"Yes, you can. I'm not hurting for money. I don't want you to be out on the streets." He said.


"I'll work something out. I'll go live with my mom." I was exhausted.


I passed out in Louis's arms and woke in a comfy bed in an unknown house.

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