She's too young - completed

This is a story I wrote for a fan, Ellie. I'm so sorry I haven't posted it, it's been waay crazy. So anywho, this is a fanfic about Louis Tomlinson. They fall head over heels in love, but will it work? People will cry. Feelings will die. And the world will continue to tell them, "She's too young..."

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56. Arguing

"You're not going to leave, you can't." I paced to and fro across my hallway, the floor loudly creaking beneath my converse. Louis sighed on the other end of the line, obviously caught slightly off gaurd at my way of answering his call. "Well hello to you too." He spoke, hinting the lightest attitude.

 

"Hello, Louis." I mocked him, darting into my bedroom to continue my angry step.

 

"El, come on. I called to hear your voice. Your sweet, velvet, beautiful voice. And you're all pissed off."

 

"How can I not be? These past two days have been bullshit! No, better yet, these past two months have been bullshit!" I practically screamed, letting all my hurt and madness bloat out at once.

 

"Whoa hold on, what are you talking about?" At that second, I gave a big mental fuck you to my language, and I let go.

 

"You really need to cut the shit, Louis. You're not protecting me by leaving for good! What the hell are you trying to do?"

 

"I'm keeping you safe, Ellie! I love you!" He shouted back, and it was starting to frustrate me even more. I would have at least appreciated for him to explain more, other than 'I love you babe. It's for the best." The only information I'd gotten was brief details from dad and Jessica. That was all old, done. I wanted to know why Louis couldn't just stop the pattern and end it. We could have figured this out, together. But no, all he wanted to do was run away. "Why didn't you ever inform me about your past with Chelle? You never told me how serious you guys were, for her to get that obsessed with you." I tried aimlessly, miserably, to calm down.

 

"It wasnt a big deal to tell you." Louis' voice was so calm and collected compared to mine, which let me hold the urge to rip him through the phone, slap him in the face, and kiss him to make it better. But I was so angry, all I could do was scream and cry and stomp through my room

 

"Yeah because the fact that she ran your own sister and cousin over with a car isn't a big deal? I was your girlfriend, I think I should have known something."

 

"You and I weren't that serious, Ellie. I thought it would be fine." Wait, was he actually going to believe himself that we were nothing more than boyfriend and girlfriend?

 

"You have got to be fucking kidding me." I mumbled, placing a hand over my forehead frustratingly.

 

"What, Ellie? I'm not kidding you." He sounded sincerely shocked, which ticked me off even more.

 

"We weren't that serious? We weren't?" I was gradually thankful that my mother was working late again, because if she'd heard the volume of my voice and whom I was talking to, than my body would have been thrown to the wolves for sure.

 

"Is this about us having sex?" He asked, with the familiar breathily sigh.

 

"Did you forget? We didn't just have sex, Louis. I gave you my virginity. I gave you my all." Reminding him sent flashbacks of that very night, when my tears spilt, damping the pillows beneath me, and Louis wiped them away from my cheeks with his palm, whispering that it was going to get better and he loved me.

 

"I know... I didn't forget, El. How could I?"

 

"No, how could I forget? I'm only fifteen! I shouldn't be having sex, or making love, or fucking or whatever you want to call it. But I did. With you. Because I love you, and you just want to leave. It doesn't make sense.. I mean it's not just the fact that I slept with you, its the matter that I put everything on the line for us. I tried my hardest to make this work, I don't know where we went wrong."

 

"It just, seems like nothing even matters anymore."

 

"See, that's my point! Nothing matters to you."

 

"I care about you so much, El. And I love you so much. But if anything happens and I decide to leave, for you, than I'll do what it takes."

 

"Whatever, Louis."

"El..."

"What?"

"I love you."

"Okay."

"Aren't you going to say it back?"

"why?"

"Because if anything happens, I want to know that you still love me too." I paused for a while, breathing in deeply as tears flooded over my eyes. It was almost inaudible, as I whispered, "I love you, Louis. You know I do."

 

"Don't be so angry with me babe, I do love you. I'll see you in two weeks okay?" His voice was much softer now which calmed me, but I was still unable to keep from crying of such sadness that was consuming me. I couldn't help it. "See you in two weeks.." I repeated, hanging up the phone slowly to lay back in my bed. My door held a small knock and I knew it to only be my little sisters bugging me as usual. Muttering for them to come in, all three peeked slowly inside to sit at the foot of my floor with high eyebrows.

 

"Who were you on the phone to? Was it that boy, Ellie?"

"Isn't he your prince?"

"What does bervinity mean? And why did you give that to him if it's yours?"

"Mommy says your not suppose to talk to boys."

"That is her prince, I can tell. I've seen him before."

"How do you make love? D- do you build it in a castle or something?"

"Ellie why are you crying?"

"Yeah Ellie, answer us pwease."

"Ellie are you alright?" The girls went on and on, as I stared at my roof sobbing breathlessly. Nicky crawled up to me, pushing my hair behind my ear and lying underneath my sheets. Lily and Sarah followed behind, waiting for my answers to all of their questions. I didn't know what to say to them honestly, it was none of their business first of all, and far too grown up for them to even overhear me on the phone. They were poking me, calling my name over and over again to get my attention when I just got so fed up. "All of you, out of my room. Now." I snapped at them, sitting up sluggishly.

 

"W- when can we come back?" Lily frowned, fiddling with her fingers.

 

"When you guys learn proper english and how to pronounce. Now get out." And with that all three hauled out of the room, slamming the door with small whimpers leaving their crybaby mouths. I just wanted to be left alone, and unless it was Louis knocking on my door, I wouldn't open it for anybody anytime soon. After crawling beneath my duvet, I smothered my face into my pillows moaning of aggravation. Outside of my bedroom, I heard the girls whispering about me and my 'prince', and other nonsense that was grammatically incorrect. When they finally fell silent an hour later, I drifted to sleep with dried tears on my cheeks. I had forgotten completely about watching my sisters, because when I darted awake, my mom stood over me with a beat red face, and I already knew she was angry. "Ellie. Get up, and meet me downstairs." I seriously dreaded moments like this, for various of reasons. Getting in trouble was one of my best qualities, note the sarcasm, but I never got use to the fact of being flatly screamed at, and accused of murder by my own mother when it was only obvious I was innocent. I thought quick on my feet before mugging my way down the steps, praying a hopeless excuse to come to mind. But sadly there was really nothing I could say other than the truth; I fell asleep with a broken heart, and accidentally forgot about my sister's existence. That wouldn't be good for future references of babysitting jobs. Nope. Taking a quick glance at my phone, I yawned at the clock which notified me it was past midnight. As soon as I let my tired eyes adjust to the light of the living area and my cell phone screen, the device was immediately ripped from my hand by my mother, and held hostage in her back pocket.

 

"Please tell me you know what you did wrong." Mom spat, walking back and forth still in her 'buisnessy' uniform from work. I nervously bit my thumb nail, shaking my head, and looking at my feet.

 

"Goddammit, Ellie. You are so irresponsible. You fell asleep, without feeding the girls, washing them up, and putting them to bed. They had no one to protect them, what if an intruder came into the house? And your sisters got kidnapped and abducted while you were sleeping your little princess dreams away." It wasn't likely at all to get abducted in my neighborhood, so I knew from the bat she was trying to scare me into believing I was actually a bad guy.

 

"Are they alive?" I asked nonchalantly.

 

"why would you say something like that?" She shouted.

 

"Are the girls alive?" Repeating my question, I yawned once more just wanting to get this over with. "Yes, Ellie." Mom sighed, nodding her head.

"Well then I don't see the problem, I'm going back to bed now. Goodnight." The back of my hand rubbed my eyes, and I left the room leaving my mother speechless at my lack of respect. As soon as , my mother stomped behind me, clearly not finished here.

 

"Don't you dare talk to me like that." She flicked the light on, better to see me while I was scolded.

 

"Why can't I just go to bed? I don't want to deal with this right now."

 

"No, we're talking about this. You need to get your priorities and minorities straight young lady."

 

"What does that have to do with anything?"

 

"It has to do with everything!"

 

"Mom! What do you want to talk about? God I'm tired."

 

"What were you on the phone to Louis about?"

 

"Does it matter?" I asked, slightly embarrassed because I had a feeling I would know the result in her concern. I was told on by my little sisters. Those big mouths.

 

"It does matter when a six year old is asking what having sex means. I need answers, Ellie. And I need them now."

 

"What do you need answers for? I'm not hiding anything, my secrets have all been spilled mom, I don't know what more you want to know."

"How many times?"

"You mean, how many times have I been with Louis..."

"Yes."

"Technically, twice.."

"Are you on drugs?"

"Yes, mom."

"Ellie!"

"Mother, I'm a drug and sex addict at fifteen. Thanks for thinking so high of me."

"Are you guys still together? Be honest."

"No. He's not even in town."

"When will he be back?"

"Two weeks, on opening night."

"Has he found someone new?"

"I hope not."

"Have you found someone new?"

"No, I have not. I'm not over Louis.."

"And you never will be."

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