New Girl

Kay Brown is a foreign exchange student from America into the school Bradford of Doncaster. Upon arrival, she is surprised to meet three interesting men. The one who decided to help her and make sure she was okay no matter what. The one that plays hard to get but might actually be head over heels. And the one with tattoos that hide all of his secrets below the ink and the black. Their names? Louis Tomlinson, Harry Styles, and Zayn Malik. What happens when your past keeps you from moving on and your future just seems like a murderer is disguise? Who will she pick? Read New Girl, to find out.

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9. Broken



Ding. The bell for lunch dismissed my Calculus class to the student cluttered halls as quickly as it did to tell us to find our classrooms. Louis emerged behind me, chatting with a blonde haired boy wearing a red polo and khakis. By what I could tell, it sounded like it was a mix of food, soccer, and the Summer Ending Fling that would be occurring at the end at the week.
“So mate, you gonna ask Madison?” the boy chimes, elbowing Louis as my face grows red but I continue to walk forward to the crowded cafeteria.
“Why would I ask her?” Louis questions, following me to the line where I pass him a red tray and he smiles, “Thank you, love.”
“Oh come on, Tommo!” the boy rolled his eyes, “She wants Mr.Red Pants!”
My face continued to grow in color as I grab my sandwich and chips and sit at a round black table by myself. Whoever this Madison was, she couldn’t fancy Louis. I couldn’t exactly put my finger on the reason why, but she couldn’t.
“Niall, don’t be silly. I’m probably just going to go with friends or bring Brooke,” he chuckles, settling in next to me and quietly chewing on his pizza.
“So, what are you planning to do for the dance?” the boy, Niall, asks me.
I shrug and stare at my sandwich. I was not talking to a stranger about this.
“She’s going with her boyfriend, stupid,” Louis laughs, playfully punching Niall in his side as Niall’s eyes shift to the floor.
“Sorry. I should’ve assumed a pretty lass like yourself already had a boyfriend,” he whispers, blushing a shirl pink as he tosses his hair and and takes a big bite of his grilled cheese.
“It’s fine,” I whisper, as I pull out my Spanish homework and try to get a good piece of it done now.
“Seven is zanahorias,” Louis smiles, taking a bite of his pizza as he sparkles a tomato splattered grin.
“The answer to what a red, tree propelled fruit is?” I raised my eyebrows as he played around with his food and launched a pepperoni at me, “Gross, Lou.”
As he reached over and removed the greasy meat from my face and wiped the sauce from the cheek, a strong yell broke out from the front of the room.
“Tomlinson!” the voice yelled, charging at our table as he stopped in front of Louis and raised him by his collar.
Oh, shit. Zayn.
“Let him go!” I scream, grabbing onto Zayn’s arm and trying to pry him off of Louis.
“Gladly, whore,” he spits, throwing Louis down turning to me, “You thought that was a good idea?”
“Zayn, leave her alone!” Niall shouts from behind him as Zayn smirks as he grabs my face with his rough hands and leans into me.
“What the hell were you thinking?” Zayn laughs, pushing my face together with his hands and pushing me towards the wall, “You really didn’t know who you were playing with...did you?”
“Zayn...” I cough, as his hand moves to my throat and I start to lose the ability to breathe.
I find Louis charging at Zayn as he knocks him to the ground and hovers over him, throwing punches at his jaw line and skull. I slowly begin to breathe again as I raise to my feet and pull Louis off of Zayn. With struggle, Louis stands and stares at the purple bruises on my neck.
“Kay...I’m so sorry,” Louis whispers as he pets my hair and wraps me into a hug.
“I’m not,” Zayn snaps, winding back a punch and delivering it to my gut.
I fly backwards, hunched over as I start to choke out blood. He comes over and stands above me with authority. He takes his left foot and slams  into my side, leaving me grabbing my side in agony.
“Zayn, stop,” a demanding voice calls from behind me and walks up and blocks Zayn from my path.
Voices pounded into my skull and the smell of blood wafted through the room and stopped by my face. The body in front of me just seemed like a faceless blob due to the clouded view of my injured body.
“Harry, go away,” Zayn snaps, stepping towards me before the body pushes him away, “So you wanna play pretty boy? Let’s play.”
Zayn lunges for Harry and catches him by his leg. Harry rips his leg away and steps upon Zayn’s abdomen with so much force that I could hear Zayn gasping for air. Harry hovers over Zayn with his fist and connects it with his eye for a few moments before rising and helping me up.
“Kay, are you alright?” he questions, balancing me on his side as he helps me hobble to a table and lays me down.
“I’m really hurt, Harry,” I wheeze, grabbing my side and wincing in pain.
“Kay, let’s get you to the hospital,” Louis calls as he gets other students to help make a stretcher out of a bench and bandages out of jackets.
Harry grasps my back and slowly swings me into a bridal position and places me onto the stretcher with a quick motion. He parts my hair and lays it over on my right and stands besides me.
“I’ll drive her,” Harry whispers, leading the boys carrying the stretcher towards his car.
“I need to come,” Louis states, stepping besides me and petting my hair, “It’s going to be okay, Kay.”
“Me too,” Niall commands, grabbing a corner of the stretcher as the boys lower me into the bed of Harry’s pickup.
“Please hurry,” I breathe, clutching my side as Louis jumps into the bed of the truck and props my head up on his knee.
“I’ll stay with her back here. Harry you drive,” Louis demands as Harry jumps into the driver’s seat and propels the car forward.
“Kay, we’re going to get you there. You’ll be okay,” Louis smiles, kissing my forehead as tears stream down his face, “You’ll be okay.”
I can’t help but to have a tearful memory.
That’s exactly how I sounded before finding Carter.

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