Good Girl Gone Bad

When the best student in school meets a few boys, she'll have to make some big decisions. Who will she choose?


14. Inside Louis' Mind

*Louis' Point Of View*

I pulled my blanket around me tighter as the sad song started over. It seemed like this was the millionth time I had listened to it since I had left school. I can't believe I let Harry humiliate me like that, I should have known he didn't really care about me. I fell back against the bed lazily and stared up at the ceiling. Since I had left school I had only gotten on text from Harry saying "We need to talk". He doesn't seem very regretful. 

"Lou, are you okay, babe? Do you need me to bring you anything?" My mom called suddenly from the other side of the door. 

"No, mom, I'm fine." I forced out, trying to get the full sentence out before I broke down into tears. I know this seems over dramatic for a high school romance, but I had always felt confused before Harry and when we got together it just clicked. He is my first boyfriend, or was. I guess, I honestly don't know what we are now. I felt like I could just lay here in my own pathetic pool of tears for the rest of my life. 

That thought didn't last long though as soon as I heard my phone vibrating I popped straight up and grabbed it. 

"What do you want? Did you call to tell me that I'm a faggot?" I answered the call rudely. 

"... Can I come over?" Harry asked nervously, obviously ignoring my remark. 

"Why? So you can say it to my face?" I questioned. 

"Say what to your face, Lou?" Harry asked, with a deep, annoyed sigh. 

"That you are breaking up with me...That you regret ever dating me." I explained, in a quiet tone. 

"Lou, don't be so damn dramatic. I'll be at your house in a couple minutes." Harry informed quickly and hung up the phone before I could protest. I let out a soft sigh before standing up and sauntering over to the mirror in my bedroom trying to see if Harry would be able to tell I had been crying. Of course my face was red and blotchy from all of the crying... great. 

I straightened up my clothes and brushed my hair real quick before walking out of my bedroom quietly. 

"I'm going to step outside to get my homework from Harry real quick, mom!" I called through the house and tried to hurry out the front door before she could see my tear stained cheeks. I stepped out onto the porch just as Harry's sleek, black car slid into the smooth driveway. I could just barely see Harry's curls through the tinted windows. I walked down the steps slowly and to the end of the long sidewalk. As soon as Harry's car door opened I could feel the nervousness bursting inside of me. He climbed out of the car, keeping his eyes glued to the ground. I took a few steps forward. 

"Hey..." I muttered right before he looked up. 

"Fuck, Harry! What happened?" I asked before rushing towards him to inspect the wounds on his bruised face. 

"Zayn punched me." Harry answered in a quiet tone. I pulled away and looked him in the eyes. 

"You didn't come here to get pity from me, did you?" I questioned suspiciously.

"No, I came to apologize." Harry explained, his face soft and sincere.  

"Then go ahead." I urged Harry. 

"I'm so sorry, Louis. I shouldn't have done that I messed up big time."  Harry apologized slowly. I gave him a amused look. 

"You have to be shitting me?" I snorted and shook my head. "You humiliated me and all you have is "I messed up big time."?!" I asked in an angry tone. 

"Well what do you want me to say?!" Harry countered, seeming to be surprised that I didn't accept his apology. 

"You aren't who I thought you were, Harry." I commented, tears filling in my eyes. "I thought you loved me..." I muttered and looked down at the ground, so I wouldn't have to look at Harry. 

"What do you want me to do to make you feel better?!" Harry asked. I thought for a moment and looked up at him. 

"You're the only person who can make me feel okay, but you don't even know how to." I observed and leaned back against his car. 

"I'm trying, Louis, I really am!" Harry reminded me. 

"Try harder." I suggested dryly and looked back down at the ground Louis. 

"Louis, I don't want to loose you. I'm not loosing you, am I?" He quizzed with concern. I shrugged. 

"I love you." Harry mused with graceful simplicity. As much as those words caused me to melt, I didn't want him to think that I forgave him. 

"Harry, you can't just say you love me and except me to believe it. You have to show me you mean it." I countered and stepped away from the car. 

"I do mean it though." Harry promised and looked at me with sad eyes. 

"I'll talk to you later. Goodbye, Harry." I muttered and began walking away. 

"I really do love you!" Harry called as I walked away. 

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