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..."


20. Lies and rumours

-A/N summer went home, sad for me. boo hoo. but for you, updatessss.


on with the story-


His arm was tight around my waist, lips softly pressed to just below my ear while he breathed in and out through his dreams. After sleeping beside Louis last night, and constantly asking myself if this was still real life, I eventually had to flee the Tomlinson's house. It was early in the morning, I knew I had to go home. Even though I would be entering Hell all over again with mom and dad. Praying he didn't open his big mouth explaining to her I was with a boy all night. Though it seemed to have worked, our lie wasn't laying on Dad. Nothing can really get past him unfortunately.


Louis drove me home, and pecked my lips before driving away not wanting Mom to see. Slowly slugging to the front door I realized it had already been open. I tip toed to my bedroom ignoring the life of my parents whisper yelling about something in the kitchen. And that something obviously being me.


After getting dressed, and still making no contact with any of my household, I had a decision to take the bus. The ride was awkward, and I sat by myself. As if everyone was avoiding me or something. Or perhaps they knew something I didn't.


Summer met up with me at lunch surprisingly.


"What, Summer." I said, taking a gulp from my water bottle.


"You had sex with Louis?" She shouted. I coughed and sprayed water all over myself.




"You slept with him!" Her voice became louder. I already knew where this was going.


"Summer, I slept with him but nothing happened you perv." Whiping the liquid from my cheek with the back of my hand, she looked almost relieved.


"That's not what everyone else is saying." Her arms crossed.


"W-what do you mean?"


"I don't know, ask all around." Summer's eyes flicked around the quad area.


"Did you say something?" I brushed my hair away, clearly pissed.


"No I didn't why woud I? It's none of my bui-" She began but I shushed her up.


"Just don't talk to me okay?" I stomped away.


Drama consisted of reciting quotes from Romeo and Juliet, with a partner. Obviously Louis and I were together. Which caused a number of cooing and "aaaw how cutes" as well as "he is way too old for her." I ignored as best as I could. But the thought of people actually thinking I went all the way last night with Louis is hard to take in. It's emberassing, disgusting, and a total complete lie. Lou had seemed to have no absolute clue of the cruel rumour spreaded because he didn't acknowledge the subject whatsoever. Fine by me. It was awkward.


The scenes went around, me playing Juliet and  Louis as Romeo. It felt comfortable and Gilmore seemed to have taken a liking to our practices as well. After class she explained to us that auditions had been cancled until further notice, but when the time came to it, we were for sure to try out for the parts. Great, it'd draw more attention to us than wanted. And just as I thought my day couldn't have gone any worse, mom never picked me up for school long after Louis had already gone home. With no choice left I was forced to take the late bus with the senior class.


I climbed aboard, and recieved a numerous of evil glares and murmurs by the whole back row.


"she's dating Lou."


"Oh my god he could do so much better."


"What is she, like five years old?"


Seriously, I do not look that young. mean girls. It wasn't the brightest thing to snap back, but I did.


"You really shouldn't mumble." I Shot, staring blankly out the window.


"What did you say?" One became louder, so did I.


"I said you shouldn't mumble. I hear you." Still never making eye contact. As if my life was already horrible, I could tense the hatred from behind me.


"Why don't you shut you're mouth. Freshbate." A girl hit the back of my seat. I turned around, giving her the worst look possible.


"Why don't you stop with the freshman jokes. It's old." My voice was steady, and proud, and agging her on which made me love.


She stood up, and I noticed her bleached hair. Not cute.


"I smell whore." She sniffed.


"I smell peroxide. Or  you should lay off the clorox. It's not healthy." God I was stupid.




"I said, bleach makes your hair dead. But I guess it matches with your killed personalitiy."  She stood  up, and our noses barely touched. If she was so concerned with Louis and I dating, it meant only one thing. She and him must've been together in the past. Daisy's warning came back to me.

'Louis' girlfriends aren't going to like the fact that he's moved on. let alone with a girl so much younger.'

But I'm not that young. okay.


"You do not want to play with me right now, niner." She spat.


"Oh don't I?" Seriousy my mouth should have been left shut. But I was so mad I wanted to drop her.


Just as she proceeded to raise her hand at me, the bus hit a pothole causing me to stumble forward pushing her down with force. Her whole forearm was scraped, and bleeding. The bus driver hadn't noticed what happened, but everyone seen and automatically thought I shoved her. They all gasped and cussed at me, until the girl still on the ground said


"oh you are so going to regret that. I will get you back freshmeat."

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