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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50. Done, hating, hurting

When he drove off, I stood in the rain crying and screaming after him as if he'd hear me, and stop the car to run back for me. To kiss me, telling me it was a mistake and he wanted to be with me. Like those corny movies when the boy spins her around never letting her go.

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I finally made it to the house, after what felt like I'd never make it from slugging all that way in the rain. It was so cold, I felt stranded and much like the once innocent small girl I was that just needed to be comforted and a shoulder to cry on. Well, actually that was exactly what I was like. I was only a small girl, maybe not so innocent, but it didn't make a difference. I was a small girl that didn't deserve any of this at all. I just hated how he left me there. I hated that he thought he was protecting me. I hated that even though I just watched my ex bestfriend get brutally killed, he still walked out on me. I hated everything. And I hated Louis Tomlinson. As of right now, I just hated him.

 

What about when we talked about fighting for each other? Not caring about anyone in the world but each other? They all did this to us, the world. Everyone hated us together, and it tore us apart. So I was only left with that last hug and kiss, to remember my first love breaking my heart.

 

'they say that hate has been sent, so let loose the talk of love. before they outlawed the kiss, baby give me one last hug...'

 

I slowly opened the front door, completely aware my mom and sister's were now back from school and work, and I just didn't want to talk to them about anything. It was only obvious my mom would sit me down and demand and explanation. About everything. The first most likely being, the question of why I walked this far home, and why I was soaking wet. There was more seriousness to the situation. The teachers and police were required to notify all parents what happened with the accident earlier, and she'd be wondering about what was showed at the pep rally. To my surprise when I walked in slowly to the living area the girls were sitting on the floor coloring and taking no acknowledgment to my presence.

 

Slipping past them and tiptoeing upstairs, I creaked my door open to my mother unexpectedly sitting at the end of my bed holding a photo in her hands. Swallowing hard, I braced myself mentally for what was coming.

 

"Ellie.." she motioned me in the bedroom further. I didn't say a word, walking past her to slide off my drenched sweatshirt leaving me only in my still soaked v-neck and skinny jeans that were about eight times tighter than usual, mainly from the rainfall.

 

"I'm so sorry about Summer." She sniffled, patting my folded bed sheets beside her, but I didn't move. I just sat at the corner of my desk tying my frizzed hair into a ponytail.

 

"Its okay, mom." I mumbled, which was a complete lie. Nothing was okay. At all.

 

"So I guess its true." She chuckled sadly, tossing the polaroid photograph towards me, and from the lightness of it, it just sort if floated, landing on the ground before me facing upwards. I leaned down to pick it up carefully, closing my eyes realizing it was one of the photos from the night of my birthday. Also being the night we slept together. I was only in his t-shirt, my head was buried in the crook of his neck as he kissed my shoulder when the flash went off. "this doesn't prove we did anything." I flatly fibbed through my teeth.

 

"Then why is that shirt still here?" She pointed to that very same article of clothing, handing on the hook of my closet door. "It is his, right?" She sighed, glaring at me.

 

"It still doesn't p-"

 

"The print of your lip gloss is on the neck of that shirt. So tell me it wasn't you. And I seen the video. You can't lie to me." Snapping, she stood up.

 

"Summer just got hit by a car mom, and this is all you're worrying about?" I shouted.

 

"Don't raise your voice. And I think to every mother finding out her daughter has had sex its a big deal."

 

"Well don't worry.. it won't happen again." I looked down at the ground, moving my hair to one side.

 

"Oh, it won't?" She smirked.

 

"He broke up with me." I cried.

 

Before walking out she tucked her hair behind her ear muttering "I told you he'd break your heart." It was total bullshit. The 'I told you so' really added to my hatred a great percentage more.  The 'I don't want you dating him' or even 'He's going to hurt you Ellie, watch out. Stay away from him.' I had heard so many times made me so fed up and mad. All of this, no matter how many times I've repeated this, it's all gone too fat. And what made me so angry about it, what made me scream, and thrash around, and call out, and disobey, what absolutley made me want to crawl in a hole and die.. was that it was all true. Everything everyone warned me about, was absolutely, positively acurate. But I just didn't understand why anyone couldn't at least give me comfort or solace through this right now. Everything was brutally thrown on me, everything was turned on me. I couldn't handle it any longer. There was no way. And as soon as she left I ran to the door, slamming it shut with the familiar force that always left my palm red and bruised. I sobbed, gripping the camera from beneath my bed and spitefully ripping the film up roll by roll. It was all out of anger, and as I couldn't take it anymore I threw the polaroid against the wall letting its pieces fly everywhere completely broken. I was crying, and throwing, and slamming things all over my bedroom, leaving a great amount of stuff ruined. Exactly how I felt at the time. I was broken, and I was ruined.

 

How many tears was it going to take me to shed, for people to realize how hurt I was? How many screams were I going to have to call, for people to notice I'm here? And how many more glass was I going to have to break, for people to see that I'm just done...

 

A/N sorry for the crappy chapter. i have a really important dr appointment in the morning and im quite nervous. bare with me on the updates guys. sorry. xx

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