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*


9. Oh No He Didn't

"Excuse me Mr. Waldorf, I need to see Miss Turner," principle Weinhart said as she peered into our history classroom.


I flinched when I heard my name. What did I do?


I reluctantly stood up and followed her out the door. Thoughts rushed through my mind. Was I getting expelled? Was I getting kicked out for not paying my bills? Did Shayna spread romours about me? I knew I shouldn't have come to school today. I knew something bad was going to happen.


We walked down the corridor in silence, a very awkward one, until we reached her office. My heart was pounding and I felt like I was going to throw up.


"Sit," she ordered.


I obeyed and found it difficult to make eye contact.


"Now, Miss Turner, I assume you know why you're here, so I won't waste time explaining why. So you won't miss any more of your class time, just sign on the line," she said, tossing me a pen.


"Um, excuse me? I'm sorry, but I really have no idea why I'm here," I said, extremely confused.


"Well, I just need you to sign for confirmation to transfer your college expenses," she said.


"Transfer? Transfer to what?" I asked and grabbed the paperwork from her hands. I glanced over the print and read:


'Confirmation to transfer Miss Delilah Turner's college expenses to Mr. Louis Tomlinson's bank account. Sign below.'




"I'm sorry, there's been a misunderstanding. I don't want to transfer my expenses," I said, raging on the inside. Why would he do this? He knew I didn't want help.


"I'm sorry, but you don't have a choice. I received an e-mail last night saying that you wanted to tansfer your expenses. No buts," she retorted.


I was so angry my vision blurred, and I signed my name so forcefully that the ink from the pen went through the page. I stood up, threw my chair back, and stormed out of the room. I wasn't going back to class. I grabbed my bag and raced to the front door.


"Hey, Delilah!" I heard the disgusting voice say.


"What the fuck do you want, Shayna?!" I yelled at her, my voice echoing through the corridors.


"Ooh, a bit bitchy today, now aren't we?" she said.


"You know what Shayna, I'm tired of you. I'm tired of you kicking me around like I'm your pet. I'm tired of you acting like a bitch just to get attention. I might not be the prettiest girl out there, but I'm definitely a level higher than you. So get your ratty ass Louis Vuitton out of my face and leave me the fuck alone," I yelled at her.


She gasped and watched me walk away as I stormed through the front door. I jumped in my truck and sped down the road. I couldn't see straight, I had angry tears in my eyes. How could Louis do this? He treats me like a toddler who doesn't know how to do anything, like I've never learned how to take care of myself. Well, he's wrong.


I slammed on my brakes in front of his mansion. He was going to get it so bad that he was going to be the one needing help.

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