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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26. Story of my life

I ran up to my room, aware my little sisters were now awake. Ignoring them, because I felt like there was no way I could have made it better for them. Considerng they are technically crying because of me. Because I mess everything up. Always.

 

From downstairs I heard mom sobbing, "With my sister, Bill? It's bad enough with your co worker but really with my sister. How disgusting. Get out of my house."

 

And then the door slammed.

 

Crying myself to sleep, I played back the events that happened tonight. Not even caring about the sparks that I felt between Louis earlier. It felt ages ago. All drowned by screaming and yelling.

 

'This life is sparkling, don't you let it go..'

 

This morning, I had enough. And I know, why not just change the song? Well, because of my current fit of anger, it wasn't exactly in mind at the moment. I grabbed my alarm clock playing Enchanted like everyday, and I threw it off the nightstand letting it slide and slam into the wall.

 

I got dressed, ignored breakfast, ignored the girls, ignored dad, and mom drove me to school.

 

"Look mom I'm sorry." I said quietly.

 

"Don't be." The smile she held was false I could tell.

 

"Huh?" Shocked, I thought maybe I finally got through to my mom. Shoulda thought twice.

 

"I'm just so dissapointed." Her smile faded, and she didn't even look at me.

 

"Dissapointed, as in with dad?"

 

"No, Ellie. With you." Mom pulled up to the school and I got out saying no more.

 

The day went on, whispers, ignorance, irrelevance, and rumours filled the halls. I had no clue what all the rumours were about, but who they were about, me. Though it made me seriously want to cry, I ignored and walked with my head as high as I could. I thanked myself for wearing powder on my cheek, to hide the still redness. But I knew Louis would ask about it. Or what happened when I told him to go.

 

"Louis.." I tapped on his shoulder, during lunch in the main hallway.

 

"What?" He seemed angry. And didn't turn around.

 

"Are you okay?" Asking softly, I tried to get him to face me but he didn't oblige. He was hiding something from me.

 

"Louis, are you mad at me?" I felt like crying, at the thought of him being angry with me.

 

"No."

 

"Then why won't you look at me?" I raised my voice, and gripped his shoulder turning him around.

 

"Because of this, Ellie!" He shouted, pointing to his eye. I saw what he was hiding. His eye, black and blue, and swelled making my cheek looking only like a minor bruise compared to his injury.

 

"Lou who did this to you?" I cried.

 

"Guess.." He whispered.

 

"My dad? Oh my god when?" My sobs became louder and people started to stare.

 

"After I left, I got to my house and I guess you tried to call me but I got a knock on my front door. I thought it was you, so I ignored the call and went to answer the door. It was your dad and he hit me, telling me not to touch you again or he'd kill me. There, are you happy? Now you know." He snapped.

 

"I'm sorry.." I whispered resting my palm on his chest.

 

"Don't be!" He yelled. Why was everybody telling me that?

 

He smacked my hand away.

 

"Just stop Ellie!"

 

"Why are you acting like this I didn't do that to you!" As I yelled back, more people crowded around.

 

"You didn't get this you don't know how it feels." His voice was still overpowering mine.

 

I left my hurt behind, and became more mad than anything.

 

"Oh I didn't get hurt?" Whiping the powder from my face with the back of my sleeve, I exposed my red and irritated cheek. The people around us gasped at the sight.

 

"It hurts doesn't it Louis?!" The tears started rolling down my cheeks.

 

"Why are you crying?" He asked lowering his tone greatly.

 

"I always cry Louis. It's the story of my life."

 

Forget it when I said I can 'tip toe away'. Right then, I turned and ran away from him, from everything. Just like that.

 

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