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..."


46. "go get him."

"I don't understand why you can't tell me." He snapped standing up.


"Well I don't understand why its such a big deal.." I mumbled.


"I'm trying to protect you, Ellie. Can you not see that?" He yelled, before turning around.


"Where are you going?" I whispered.


"Why is it a big deal? I'm going home." He shook his head, marching out of the room, leaving. I stood up from the bed, running out of my bedroom and stopping at the head of the stairs.


"Why are you doing this?" I shouted.


"Why don't you tell me anything?" His hand left the doorknob.


"I don't tell you anything? Oh my god Louis are you serious? I give up everything for you!" And by everything, I meant it. And he knew it.


"Ellie just st-" before he could say anything both of our phones buzzed off in our pockets. I sighed and slipped it out to a picture message from an unfamiliar number. Opening it, it read.

'looks like ellie's two timing with someone who's actually her age! Forward ;)'

And beneath it held a photo of Trevor and I earlier. With his arm around me. On my face was a smile that was only my being friendly. But if I didn't know better, and if I was someone else seeing this, then I'd assume him and I were dating. I swallowed hard and before I could say anything, the door slammed shut with Louis leaving. I screamed at the top of my lungs stomping back into my bedroom. I needed to figure out who did this. The first person popped into my head wouldn't take me by surprise from her previous occasions. My fingers quickly padded the number in, and she answered immediately.




"Summer, please tell me you didn't send that picture around." I shot.


"No Ellie. If I sent it around, I'd make damn sure you would know it was me. And I'm not like that anymore." She spoke irritatingly.


"ugh fine." I almost hung up until she hollered. "El, wait!"


"What?" I sighed.


"I'm sorry. Can.. can I come over? I want to apologize. And I miss my bestfriend." Speaking lowly, I found it a miracle that Summer was actually saying sorry for her mistakes. I didn't know if I should fully trust her yet, but I had to give in. She wasn't the only one who needed to apologize here.


"Yeah sure.. I don't care." Replying, I hung up while straightening my shirt and rubbing my eyes that still threatened tears from that rumor. Maybe having Summer come over was a bad idea. It wasn't exactly the right time, I needed to explain to Louis. And the so cliché line people always used in movies was so right for the situation. It wasn't what it looked like. At all. I wanted to call Summer and cancel, to chase after Louis, but I didn't even get a chance to blink when I heard a knock at my front door.


"Its open." I yelled, before grunting and laying face down on my bed.


"Are you trying to suffocate yourself?" Summer chuckled from behind me.


"Yes," I mumbled into the blanket.


"How did you get here so fast?"


"I was in the neighborhood." I assumed she smirked, sitting at the head of my blankets right beside me.


"Sure you were." Lifting my head from the matress, I looked at her with blurry eyes.


"I look horrible don't I?" She adjusted the glasses on the bridge of her nose. Her usually glossed curls were in a messy bun, and not a sight of makeup was painted on her face.


"You look like... you." I confessed, sitting up and whiping a tear from my eye.


"I don't feel like it." She sighed, crinkling her nose.


"Well, at least it's healed. You looked like death." Raising my eyebrows, I couldn't help but hold back a chuckle as I cleaned away more tears with the back of my hand.


"I deserved it," she admitted. "And I have to say.. you've got hands. I never expected you to punch me like that."


"I'm just tired.. of all the drama. Can't everybody leave me alone? For once?" I sniffled.


"I'm sorry. I got mixed with the wrong crowd, and I was jealous." Summer frowned.


"You were jealous? Of me?" I asked, a little surprised.




"Why?" I cocked my head to the side, curiously and completely taken by surprise.


"Because of the way he looks at you." She blurted out. My heart dropped to the pit of my stomach, and I realized what Louis did to me. He wasn't even here and my belly was invaded by those oh so familiar critters.


"What did you say to him? After that day on the phone?" I questioned, not fully meaning to. I was thinking it, and it just came out. So I went with it.


"Like I said, I was jealous, so I told him to stay away from you because he'd be better with me. And it was wrong. I feel horrible for saying those things.." her voice cracked slightly and I felt as if she was sincerely meaning what she said.


"What did he say when you said that about me?" I asked, hopefully. I didn't even care what she said that was awful and crude. All I was worried about was Louis' response to her cruelty.


"He said.. he didn't care what I or anyone else said about you, that you're beautiful and he was going to do anything to be with you." There is was again. That feeling I got. It was weird hearing it from her, what he said about me. How he looked at me. I groaned again and hid my face in a pillow. My annoyance was only obvious.


"If he loves you, he'll know that wasn't really what happened in that picture." She tried to soothe me, but it wasn't working too well.


"You don't understand, Summer. We did it. We.. had sex. And now when we fight it just makes everything complicated." The water works came again.


"You're not pregnant, are you?!" Summer nearly had a stroke at those words.


"No summer I am not pregnant. We were safe." I mumbled, completely embarrassed even talking about the possibility.


"Well what makes it so complicated then?" She sighed of relief. I ran my fingertips over my charm bracelet before answering quietly.


"Well I'm not trying to go into detail or anything.. but it was really romantic, and sweet, and everything I could have asked for. But I feel like now, that I shared that with him and he was my first, I'm even more scared to lose him..."


"Well," Summer began, "you shouldn't let him walk out like that."


For once in all the years Summer and I had been friends, she actually made sense. And I knew what I needed to do.


"You can let yourself out, right?" I yelled hopping off the bed ignoring my throbbing back. "Yes Ellie. Go get him." She laughed watching me run downstairs and out of the house.




I knocked probably fifteen thousand times, and stood there with my palms on my knees completely out of breath. The door finally opened to his sisters and mum who held a pair of car keys in their hands. I assumed they were already getting to leave somewhere. But I didn't ask.


"You ran all the way here? Goodness Ellie." Johanna gasped, opening the door fully to a giggling Pheobe and Daisy.


"He's in his room." Lottie chuckled pointing to the staircase.


"Thank you." I smiled and swooped past them hearing his mum shout, "we're going out for supper, whatever you're doing, be safe!" Blushing to myself I tried the door handle on his room with no luck.


"Louis.." I spoke lowly with my ear pressed to the door. Hearing him unlock it, I peaked slowly inside standing near his bed, only for him to mumble.


"I don't want to talk about it, Ellie." He stood closer to me, his height overpowering mine intently.


"Then we don't have to talk." I whispered, wrapping my smaller hand around his neck pulling him down to kiss me.


A/N hi guys. i can't sleep. and tonight im missing my twin sister more than the world.. im just really sad. but goodnight. x

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