Together We Are Infinite

Arielle Jones has always had a hard life, with high school ending she has no idea what will come next, until a certain blue eyed gorgeous boy offers her the world. Can she really get away from her problems or will they come around and find her?


8. We Found Love In A Hopeless Place


Arielle's POV:

This seems unrealistic, I never thought one, one person, could make me so happy, everything he does, always makes me smile or have some kind of positive affect on me. Lou has helped me through the struggles with my mom but still doesn't know about the abuse, but I wouldn't want to ruin this relationship for my own selfish reasons. Lou's football team is doing really good this year, by the looks of it they'll probably go to the champion ships, I go to every game I can, it's a great excuse to be out of the house, and Lou pours his heart into every game, anytime he's on the he is giving it his all, and it's something to look up to, and what makes Louis, Louis.

"Come over for dinner?" Louis asked me as we walked into the hallways of our high school hand in hand.

"Y-you told your parents?" I asked shocked.

Neither of us have because our parents, (other then Lou's dad which didn't go well) it's just to complicated, and every time I'm at Lou's (a lot) they rarely speak to either of us, and if they do, it's for us to be quiet or me to leave. I know it's really hard for Lou never being able to talk to his family, and after the fight between him and his father I try my best to be there for him. He still really hasn't opened up to me, but I can't be mad because I haven't told him everything either.

"No, but I think this is the best way for them to find out. Not like they ever listen to me."

"Okay, I'll be there." I smiled as I kissed him before going to chemistry.

"I love you."

"I love you too." I smiled.

The day went by slowly, Chemistry, Drama, Math, then English. Lou took me home and told me to dress up and be there at 6:30. I saw my moms car was there, deep breath A, she's been really good lately. I enter my home not to the smell of any sorts of food, but alcohol. I quickly take my shoes off and try to run upstairs to my room but the next thing I know my head and whole left side is slammed against the hardwood stairs. I cry out in pain as I try to hold my ribs which feel like they're falling apart.

"Where the hell do you think you're going?" She screamed at my face.

"I-I have homework." I stutter out softly through my tears.

"Homework? Shouldn't you be doing something more productive with your life like getting a job so you can get the hell out of here?" She continued to scream at me, now grabbing a handful of my hair and tugging.

"Answer me when I talk to you." She yelled kicking me in the ribcage cause me to fall down the rest of the stairs as she let go of my hair.

I continued to cry as she left the house leaving me crying at the bottom of the stairs unable to move. Why does se hate me so much? What have I done to deserve this? I try to stand but am unable to put pressure on my left leg. I get on my hands and knees and slowly start to climb up the stairs barely using my left arm as I can feel it throbbing in pain and already swollen from trying to break my fall but not daring to put any pressure of my left leg terrified upon how bad it might be. I make it to the top of the stairs dragging my left side, I take a second to wipe the tears from my eyes, regain my breath and focus on anything but the pain. I make it to my room and struggle to get on my bed, but I manage. I grab my phone off of my nightstand and text Lou that I'm not feeling well. I know he's going to be pissed but I can't let him know, he has enough struggles of his own, I don't want to burden him.

I lay in my bed motionless, still crying, I just don't understand. I've done nothing to deserve this, I get good grades, I help around the house, she's never asksd me to get a job before this. I can feel my ribs cracking with every breath I take. I get my self up holding my ribs and can already feel how swollen they are. I limp still not wanting to hurt my left leg into the upstairs bathroom and grab the bottle of Advil and take 4. Enough to take the pain away. I start a warm bath as I look at all of the bruises on my body. How am I suppose to hide all of them? I take all of my clothes off and step into the bath which is a little to hot but I'll get use to it. Once I'm fully in I start to trace over my ribs lightly, there is no way in hell I can hide this, and it'll hurt for weeks. I just lay in the tub thinking of a way to get myself out of this mess.

Something just sets me off my rocker when I get hit, but I guess it would to anyone, there is just something that sets me off and everything turns into a haze, like this isn't even real life. I snap out of it long enough and realize the water is getting cold so I slowly step out taking precaution of my most likely cracked rib and possibly broken leg of ankle. I put on my fluffy bath robe and limp back into my room. The Advil has started to kick in and I can now some what breath with out being in a massive amount of pain. I walk into my closet and pull out my crutches, that's how bad the beatings get, my mom has broken my left ankle once and sprained my right knee once and my sprained my right ankle twice, shattered my left wrist and I've had back problems from being thrown down the stairs so many times. Does anyone in the world deserve this? No, but yet it happens. I use my crutches to slowly make my way down the stairs and into the kicthen to get 2 ice packs, one for my wrist, the other for my ankle lock my door and pick my phone up from the ground, curse blackberry's being indestructible.

Are you okay? Want me to come over?

I sigh, I feel bad lying to Lou but it's better then him knowing, right...?

No just a headache and the stomach flu. Going to go to bed early. Love you! Xx

Love you too xx.

I put my phone down on my night stand and shut off my light and close my blinds, this Advil is making me extremely sleepy. I walk back to my bed and quickly get under my covers to feel warmth. I lay my head back and close my eyes and drift of into sleep.



I'm not to sure why I woke up, but I did. I get up awfully quick completely forgetting I have hurt multiple ribs on the left side. I grab my crutches continue to the bathroom to get more Advil, I take the whole bottle to my room knowing I will finish it soon. Just my luck there's only 4 left. I take them with a glass of whatever and go to get dressed. I put on a pair of black leggings and purple pull over sweater. My hair is now dry but in it's messy curls. I go to my mirror and put a bit of mascara on. I grab my phone, house keys, wallet and put on a pair of slippers as I grab my crutches and hobble down the stairs and out of the house. By the looks of it it's almost 7:30 it's pretty warm for being mid-april. I check my phone for the time. 6:43, I'm a little off.

Text me if you need anything. Xx

I smile as I slid my phone back in my pocket as I walk/hobble to the drug store.


Advil, check. Tampons, check. Crisps, check. Vitamin water, check. Some kind of cream to get rid of bruising, check. Birth control, check. It's a new thing since Lou & I, yeah... But better be safe then sorry! I check out grab my plastic bag full of stuff and take another 2 Advil immediately while sipping my vitamin water. I walk out of the store but stop so I can grab my phone and text Lou.

I'm fine but thank you! Sorry about dinner, another time. Xx.

I wrap the bag around my wrist tighter and slid my phone back into my pocket. I hit something hard. I wince at the sudden pain in my ribs and clutch my ribs with my opposite hand that my bag is in forgetting I have my crutch, fuck.

"Oh sorry."

"No my bad I should have been looking up." Just as I say that my eyes met his.

"I thought you were sick? I thought you were going to be early? What's in the bag? Why are you on crutches, are you okay?!" He says as he picks it up and hands it to me.

"Woah Lou, slow down. I just went to the drugstore to get some Advil."

"Oh, you don't sound sick, and you should have told me, I could have gotten it.- Wait don't ignore my question why are you on crutches?" I sighed as I thought of an excuse to get out of this one.

"I didn't want to bother you, I knew you were having dinner with your parents, and I just twisted in going down the stairs, I'm fine."

"Yeah, because that went so well." He laughed sarcastically as he rolled his eyes. "You know I'd much rather be with you." He smiles.

"I don't want to get you sick, but it's okay. I'll talk to you later yeah?" I said trying to get out of this conversation.

Not only did I not want Lou to look in the bag, when I bumped into him, my ribs must have hit a button on his jacket because now there are shocks of pain going through my whole body.

"Let me walk you home." He smiled turning to my side and grabbing my hand that had the bag in it. "Let me carry your bag."

I quickly switch my hands so he can't grab it.

"N-no it's okay." I stutter out clenhing my teeth together as the pain grows.

"Why? Is something wrong? Is it your stomach? Oh god are you pregnant?!" He screams as he tries to grab the bag making me shuffle back dropping my crutch again! Dammit.

"Lou I'll explain just let me get home please." I whisper feeling tears go down my cheeks.

"I'm sorry baby I didn't mean to get mad, we-we can get through this together."

"Lou I'm not fucking pregnant! Just let me get home." I yell out clenching my jaw trying to limit my tears from all of this pain.

He nods and offers to carry me but I know he'll hit my bruise so I say no as we make our way back to my house. He opens the door for me and helps me in. He's never been in my house before so this is a little weird, it isn't as nice as his, not as modern, more 'homey' even though it doesn't feel like a home. I guide him to the living room where I sit on the couch leveling my leg on the coffee table, is this it? Am I really going to tell him? I'm going to tell my boyfriend of only 4 months that I get abused by my mother. I can't, I can't be selfish, he has enough problems of his own.

"What is it baby? Do you need anything?" He asks.

"W-water." I choke out realizing I'm still crying.

He gets up and takes a second to look for the kitchen but realizes our houses have the same layout, his is just bigger. I grab my bag and pull out the Advil and cream. Rolling my leggings up and applying it before he comes in. I hear the tap turn off and quickly stuff the bag under the cushion now to roll my leggings down, but it's too late.

"H-how the hell did that happen?" He asks clenching the glass of water as if it was almost to break.

"I-I-I told you, I fell down the stairs." I stutter rolling down my leggings so he can't inspect it.

"Stop! Let me see it." He says not sitting beside me handing me that water and going to the bottom of my leggings and lightly pressing against my ankle.

I wince at the pain and begin to get shaky as he is rolling it up so the cool air is coming in contact with my skin.

"Arielle, this doesn't just happen from falling down the stairs. You need to tell me what is actually happening."

I try to speak but the lump in my throat is to large. I feel my body shaking and I grab an Advil and take it now taking a sip of my water but the majority of it going down my neck onto my shirt.

"Aw baby girl, here let me help you." He says talking the half empty glass from my shaking hands and removing my damp jumper exposing my bruises.

"A-Arielle, please don't tell me this is what I think it is Lou says grabbing the blanket and wrapping it around me.

I nod my head and start full out crying now. Lou wraps his arms around me and pulls me into his chest softly making sure not to burt my bruises. He kisses the top of my head and I swear I could hear him let out a soft sob.

"I promise to take care of you baby girl."

"But Louis-"

"No buts, it's just us now." He says resting his chin on the top of my head.

"I love you Louis."

"I love you too A."


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