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..."


22. Sick day

"Ellie, get up." Mom snapped her fingers in my face as I covered myself in my duvet. I coughed a convincing cough and sniffed tears that were indeed very real.


"No, mom." I objected.


"You'll be late."


"I'm sick can't I stay home? Just this once?" I pleaded to my annoying, horrible, not so loving mother.


As I expected, she gave in. Explaining she and dad had work all day that I'd be home alone until at least midnight. My sister's were to be at my aunt's house as thankfully usual. A sick day. Yipee.


I grumbled and slept, and cried even more unil afternoon. Really I wasn't sure what I was even crying about. What, that senior girl threatening me? The whole school probably thinking I am a whore and had sex with Louis Tomlinson? My bestfriend turning into a twat? Mom and dad hating the fact that I even breathe? Lou ignoring my calls? Okay, I had a few fare reasons to let the waterworks flow. Really reasonable. Remember when I said my life resembled a really good lifetime movie? As of right now it turned into one where you sit there on a Sunday, stuffing yourself with chocolate and crying to the main character being bullied and everything in her life turning around to horrible tragedies so to escape she kills herself slowly and brutally. Except, of course I'm way to scared to kill myself. There are way too many things in life to go for, so I'm not going to throw it way. I will simply sit here and cry until God miraculously changes things to the better. Yes. Logical way to live it through.


Around two thirtyish I decide to get dressed and put some makeup on out of boredom. I get cold chills so I toss on a long sleeve blouse and head downstairs to make myself a hot chocolate. Swirling the straw around in my mug, I breath in deeply and hear my door creak open. I expect it to be the girls. But it isn't.




"You're front door was unlocked." He shrugged his shoulders.


"Oh.." I mumbled.


"You weren't at school."


"You noticed?" Setting the mug down on the night stand, Lou ran his fingers through his quiffed hair. He didn't answer.


"Why are you here Louis?" I sort of get frustrated.


"To see you."


"Why?" My annoyance was obvious.


"I..." He took a while. I expected him to say 'I love you'.


"I care about you." Shot down.


"Okay." I standed up and straightened my blouse out, pretending to ignore what he had just said.


"You're mad at me." He exclaimed.


"I'm not."


I attempted to walk past him to get out of the room, but he grabbed my elbow and stopped me.


"Let me go, Lou."


"No." He protested. I squirmed from him but he pushed me against the wall. In a second his lips were against mine holding me to the door. I gave up. He parted my lips with his, sneaking his tongue inside of my mouth. It tasted like rasberries in a wierd but good way. Our tongues and mouths moved together playing and making me forget I was just mad at him. Damnit. Louis' hands felt and rubbed comfortably at my waist and lower back. The two of our mouth's left eachother as his lips connected to my jawline and neck causing me to whimper and still being straddled to the door. His forehead pressed against mine, and I whispered touching his lips with my own,


"That's all that is going to happen. But I care about you too."





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