He's No Good

Steph has newly moved to London in hope of starting over. Her past has been hard to deal with, but distance has made her stronger. She wants to make friends, but just friends. She can't let herself fall all over again...she must remain single to remain strong.

One day this all changes when boy with a similar past, walks into her work. She was warned to stay away, but darkness is just so alluring...


5. Angel or Devil?- 5

I look around at the beautifully decorated room, full of paintings and sculptures. They all blended together so well with the surroundings, and i swear i am sitting in a showroom at the Crate & Barrel back home on Madison Avenue. I have always loved art, so on some weekends, if i wasn't busy, i would go there and look at how they decorated. Everything just looked so posh and perfect; it was everything i wanted to be. 

Tears start to form in my eyes from the harsh remembrance of my past experiences, and how similar it was to my current predicament. Shit! Where's Louis? He wouldn't just leave me somewhere; he was too concerned about me. 

This must be his house. His beautiful, perfect house. His house was my dream come true. 

As i begin to turn my head to get up, i get a surge of insurmountable pain juts through my body, causing me to gasp. I remember my knee and my head being hurt...oh crap my head is probably bleeding all over his couch. I need to get up. I need something to drink, and maybe find Louis and see how he is. 

I mean this all happened for me to see him. A warmth heats my chest as i think of how Louis saved me, and how he cared enough to help me. What am i saying? I got the shit beat out of me, and i am smiling because a stupid boy helped me. My mind is telling me to run, but my heart wants to know more. 

For once i think I'll listen to my heart.


I lay there for a while, every one and a while trying to get up. I got really close once, but when i got to my feet, i instantly collapsed because my knee couldn't take the weight. 

I finally accept my fate, and realize I'll just have to wait for Louis to come and help me. That is, until i see a long board peeking out from behind the other side of the couch.

I take my time and shimmy my body to the other end of the couch, and my sore muscles stretch for the board. When I'm finally  able to grab it, i scooted it by my feet. I took a deep breath, and endured the pain that was surging through my body, and i roll myself off the plush couch, and onto the long board.

I start to head down the hallway, when i realize that i don't know his house. Luckily the awkwardness of searching was halted by yelling from the living room. 

"STEPH! Steph? Fuck. Where are you Steph? Please tell me your still here!" his screaming was echoing down the hallway to me, and i just want to go to him. 

I position the board to attempt to turn around, but hearing Louis's footsteps shuffle around distracts me. This distraction allows for me to clumsily get my finger pinched between the board and the wall.

"OWW!" i bellow as i yank my hand from being pinned, causing me to roll off the long board. 

"Steph? Oh my God, are you ok?" I hear Louis"s pace pickup as he walks down the hallway to me. All i could manage as a response were tears. My body hurt, now my finger hurt, and my head hurt from all this constant pain. It really is an exhausting cycle, and i just want to sleep.

When Louis sees me laying on my back, with the long board beside me, he is able to connect the dots. I could tell by his features that he was concerned, but instead of helping me, he broke out laughing. He fell to the ground and pounded his fist into the ground, as he laughed hysterically. 

"Did you really get on my long board, and push it down here?" He said when he was semi-composed, still with a huge grin spread across his face. "And crying over a stubbed pinky?" He laughs a little more, until he realizes I'm not amused.

"I have never met such a fickle man in my entire life! I am crying because i can't hear my own thoughts past the pain that is throbbing every single inch of my body, with no exception for my newly stubbed pinky!!" I shout from behind the tears streaming down my face. 

He had an instant change of character at this moment, and I'd like to think i put him in his place. "I'm so sorry love! I forget how other people handle pain, and laughing is how i cope with mine. Can't you see how hurt i am? I thought you left me. I thought you would hate me. I thought you would never want to see me again after how Claus treated you." He was knelt down beside me, as he gently caressed my face, and continued. "Oh baby, i just want to make you better. Save you, like how you saved me." He looked at me expectant of a answer.

I wasn't able to muster any words, but i was able to nod my head up and down. With that, he gently picked me up off the wood floor, and carried me up the stairs to what i assume is his room, and lightly shut the door behind us.

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