Louis Tomlinson Can't Love Me...

Claire was a normal teenage girl. Fussed over acne. Fussed over clothes. Fussed over boybands. But when her father passes, she becomes bitter. Hateful. Like she is mad at the world. Her mother buys her tickets to a One Direction concert in a desperate attempt to bring her back. WIll meeting the boy of her dreams fix her?


5. Into My Life...Then Gone

I woke up at 6:00 AM, on the dot. Having completley forgetten the night before, I stood up and stretched, immeadetly stumbling from my foot.

"First day on your new feet?" He asked from behind me, and everything came back. I whipped my head around, and replied snidley. "No, first day on my injured foot."

I sat on the, bed, surveying the room, everything but him. But when I saw the glass-free floor, and the blood a now only faint pink stain on the rug, I felt bad about being so rude.

Running a hand through my hair, I sighed. "Sorry. I'm just..." I looked at him. What was the word. Nervous? Loving? Hope-

"Stressed? I cahn relate." He grinned.

I shrugged. "Yeah, stressed. That was it." Gingerly, I lifted my foot to survey it for the first time since yesterday. It was bandaged neatley, and when I lifted a few off, I was relived to see the redness had faded.

I lifted my head from my foot and raised my eyebrow at Louis. "Were you a murse in a past life?"

He laughed, then stopped abruplty. "Uhm, murse?"

I cracked up, and through the laughes, choked out "Male nurse." I was still laughing when I realized Louis Tomlinson was in my room, joking with me after I had stepped on glass. If I told anyone, I would get a free trip to Crazytown.

"Have a nice sleep?" He asked sincerley. I shrugged, and a horrible thought ran through my mind. Where did he sleep? On the floor? In the living room. Oh, gosh, with m-

As if reading my mind, he blushed and said "Uh, I slept in your desk chair. If thath's okay."

I didn't answer. What was I supposed to say? I changed the subject. "Uh, I don't mean to sound rude, but when are you leaving?"

Louis looked a little hurt, and I rushed to explain. "It's just that my mom wakes up at 4:30AM and comes home at 4:00PM, and I don't really know how to explain..."  I looked him up and down. "You."

He laughed, and I cringed at my blunt and honest reaction. "You know what? Stay as long as you like."

Louis laughed again, and I blushed. "So? Your mum leavehs aht 4:30, so she'll be gohn now. Whant some breakfahst?"

Even though I  thought it was obvious, I had to shake my injured foot around. "Um, it's gonna have to be breakfast in bed, buddy, cause I'm not walking down the stairs with this.

Louis flashed a blinding smile. "Noht to worrah."

And then he swept me up in his arms like he had yesterday, causing me to yelp in suprise, and he carried me all the way down the flight of stairs, through the living room, and into a chair in the kitchen.

I sat, flustered, and resisted the urge to yell. I looked out the window I had just closed. It was dark out, but the neighbors were getting their paper. The curtains were still, whitch was weird. It had been really windy the night before. And the curtains were open. I thought I had closed-

"Louis!" I yelled. "The curtains!" He looked up from a a bowl of pancake batter, startled. I gestured toward the window. "Um?!"

He ran over and closed them. "Okay," He winked. "Lets get to breakfahst."

"A murse and a cook," I muttered as I pointed out where the pans were.

20 mineutes later, I was staring at a smiley-faced pancake drowning in syrup. Louis was sitting across from me, a stack on his plate.

I pushed my plate away. I wasn't hungry, and I was also building the nerve to ask Louis sometihing. It hadn't cpme up, and I felt like it needed to.

He looked at my plate. "Not hungry?"

I ignored the question and sighed through my nose. "Listen Louis, uh, I need to ask you something." I paused, then didn't wait for a response. "Why did you, um, come to my house?"

He took my plate and his, then dumped the remains and carried them to the sink. He started washing and I thought he hadn't heard me.

"Um-" I started, but he turned the water off and interuppted.

"Cle-h." He was leaning against the sink.

"I...like you. Ah, um, ahlot." I was picking at my cuiticles, and this made me snap my head up. 

"What?" I had turned pale. While most girls would jump at the chance, the truth was...I already had a crush. Drew. His name sends his picture to my brain, the blond hair and blue eyes, beaming grin.

"You're pulling on on me. Please say you're pulling on me," I pleaded as I put my head in my hands.

He turned toward me and took a few paces toward the kitchen table. "Are you saying you don't feel the same way?"

I stared at him, startled. "What? How am...I really don't...Louis, I barley know you!"

Louis started putting the dishes away, then kicked off my dads flip-flops he had on from last night, and getting his shoes on. "Yes, Harreh was riot, this was a mistakeh." He muttered under his breath.

I stood up and winced. "I'm not saying I don't like you, I'm saying I don't know you!"

His face was pained, almost angry as he stood close to me. "Then maybeh you should get to know me," He said as he leaned in and kissed me. It was a different kiss than the one on the concert night. Angrier, no, more passionate.

I was the first to break away from the kiss, but we held the embrace for a mineute. I stared into his eyes, then pushed him away and ran up the stairs. 

After slamming the door to my room, I sat on my bed and put my fingers to my temples. My thoughts were jumbled with Drew, Louis, and my dad...

I sat on my bed in silence for awhile, and when my alarm rang I jumped and yelped. Shutting it off, I wondered if my mom had set it when she came to wake me for dinner last night.

The clock said 6:45 AM. Usually when I wake up for school. I groaned, realizing it was a Friday. I wanted to skip school, but I didn't want to be in that house with Louis...

Wanting to be fully dressed quickly, I yanked open my closet and put on my dark wash True Religion jeans. I practically jumped into my silk blue tunic tank, and slipped on purple ballet flats.

"Ouch," I mumbled quietly at my vanity as I ripped a brush through my tangled hair. My schoolbag-purse was on the floor and as I bent over to pick it up, Louis came in. I dropped my bag, startled. And of course, everything spilled out.

Louis dropped to the floor and helped me pick my stuff up. I kneeled, not meeting his eyes. He almost had everything in when he picked up my wallet and a picture fluttered out.

Picking it up, Louis studied it. "Who's this?" He asked politley, holding the picture out for me to see. When I saw my dad on the picture, I gasped, grabbed the picture out of his hand, and ran out of the bedroom, down the stairs, and out of the house.

I went through school in a daze, wondering when Louis was going to leave my house, thinking about Drew. At lunchtime, the best thing happend.

I was eating at a table with Hannah and a couple other girls when Drew came up. To put a long story short, long because of my stuttering and stumbling, Drew asked me to The Spring Fling, a yearly dance at our school in April. And I said yes.

"Ohhhh, Claire's got a boyfriend!" Hannah sang, then laughed for  sounding so childish when she was going to grauduate that year.

I smiled weakly. If only she knew how true that was...

In 7th period, at about 2:45, I heard a buzzing in my bag. "What." I whispered. It sounded like my phone. But that was impossible, my phone was somewhere in Chicago.

I rustled through my bag, then closed my fingers around a cool rectangle. I pulled it out. My phone! No. I hadn't had it in my bag the whole time, I was sure of it.

It buzzed again, usually how it buzzed when I had a text, and I put it in my pocket to drown out the noise.

Rrrrring! I started putting my hand over the lump in my pocket to drown out the noise. But it was only the bell ringing. I dashed out of the class, opened my locker and put away my books, then ran out of the school. Once I was outside, I slowed my pace and pulled out my phone.

Walking home, I opened the messages. I had 2 in my inbox.

Unknown: Bye.

I started panting. I scrolled down to read the next message, my heart in my throat.

Unknown: BTW, I had your phone. You left it at the concert. I guess this is goodbye...forever.

"No!" I gasped, then stuffed the phone in my bag. I ran home, crossing through backyards and jumping over fences.

Thrusting the key in the lock of my front door, I knew. The tears were starting, hot and fast. I slammed the door open and ran to my room, where Louis was last. "Louis!" I yelled, sorry for how I had treated him. But he wasn't in my room, wasn't in my house, wasn't in my life anymore. On my pillow, was the chain he had been wearing the whole time he had been with me.

I picked ip the chain, opened my window and threw it...mad at him for coming into my life, telling me he loved me, and then leaving me. Forever.

Slam! The window shut, and I curled up into a ball on my bed, accidentally kicking the picture of my dad on the counter and breaking it. But I didn't care.

More was broken then that.

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