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*

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2. The Helping Hand

"Oh my god, are you ok?!" I heard someone saying behind me.

 

"Please, just leave me alone!" I said, covering my face.

 

"I'm not here to hurt you, I saw what she did. Are you ok? Looks like you took a nasty fall." I slowly looked up to see the face of a man I had never seen before.

 

"I'm fine, thanks," I said. I got up and grabbed my books that had spilled out of my hands. He helped me pick them up and handed them back to me.

 

"Thanks." I said shyly.

 

"You're welcome! I'm sorry that happened to you," he said, piercing through me with his blue-green eyes.

 

"You get used to it," I said.

 

"I better get going. See you around!" He said cheerfully, walking towards a black car in the front of the school. I saw two other boys in the car with him, one with blonde and the other with curly brown hair. They must be applying to the college.

 

I strolled back to my beat-up pickup truck, pondering what just happened. Why would anyone stop to help me? I'm not attractive, Shayna made it quite clear that I understood that. Because of her, everyone in the school thinks I'm the fat, ugly, stupid girl. If you think all 19-year-old college students are nice and mature, think again. He doesn't go to this school, though, he doesn't know about any of that. If he did, he sure as hell wouldn't have helped me.

 

I drove back to my run-down apartment, unlocking the door and throwing my books on the couch. I threw on my work uniform and got ready to head out again. I work at the convenient store down the street. It's not the best job in the world, but it's enough to keep a roof over my head and all the bills paid. Work inches by, hour by hour, until I finally get let off at midnight.

 

I walk down the windy street back to my apartment and start my homework. My stomach starts growling but I resist the urge to eat anything until morning. I pass out at 4 just to be woken again at 7 to get ready for school. I grabbed a banana on my way out the door with my cup of coffee. Coffee was a life-saver.

 

***

 

Finally the bell rang, letting me out of the jail cell. I decided to take the back entrance today, to bypass another encounter with Shayna. Hopefully she had already left. I kept my head down as I walked through the hallway, past the music room door. The drama group was rehearsing, I could hear them singing. I lingered maybe a little too long to listen.

 

"Hey, bitch!" I heard down the corridor a little farther. Oh god, please no. I bent my head down and started walking.

 

"Where do you think you're going?" I didn't answer. The footsteps were catching up. I told myself to not look back. I walked down the never-ending hallway only a few more steps before I was shoved forward onto my face. Someone forced the toe of their shoe underneath me and rolled me over onto my back.

 

"Fancy meeting you here," I whispered.

 

"What's the fat bitch doing in this part of the school?" Shayna asked me.

 

"Well, as a matter of fact, I was going home. That's what you're supposed to do when school is over," I sneered back at her.

 

"Don't talk to me like that!" She said, jabbing the toe of her shoe into my side multiple times.

 

Guess she got bored, because she finally left. I tried standing up, but it hurt to breathe. I collapsed when I attempted to get to my feet.

 

The students walked out of the music room, and completely ignored me. A few of them glanced over and kept walking, murmuring to themselves.

 

I gasped when I saw the man from yesterday walk out of the room.

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