I Just Want to be Loved *Completed*

When Brittany's mum get's remarried, she got a surprises when she finds out who her new step brothers are. When she starts living with one of them and his friends, and starts 'dating' one of them, she starts to question herself. Was her life to complicated? What's going to happen when her past catches up with her? Will Louis ever tell her his secret? Are one of the boys going to fall for her? What will Liam do when she becomes known as 'Mummy Direction'? And most importantly, will the boys be understanding about her past and help her in the future?

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65. The Unexpected

Okay, so, this is something else that I never really clarified. Where they live.

So, I’m having them live in Cheshire (because I can) and they live in one of those city like houses that are all close to each other and they aren’t that far from the city.

 

 

I woke up to the sound of my phone ringing.

“Hello?” I answered without looking to see who it was.

“Brittany? Are you okay?” Meghan asked.

“Yeah, why?”

“Okay, um, go get completely ready and then call me back.”

“Okay, bye,” I said as I crawled out of Nialls’ empty bed and walking to the nursery where all my stuff was still at.

After I was showered and dressed and had my makeup on, I pulled out my phone and called Meghan.

“What’s up?”

“Are the boys home?”

“Yeah, they’re down stairs, why?”

“Is Louis home?”

“I’m assuming so, but why?”

“I read something on the One Direction website and I think you should talk to Louis.”

“What's it about?”

“Just go and ask Louis if he needs to tell you anything.”

“No, you tell me what you read or I’m going to go read it,” I demanded and I heard Meghan take a deep breath before she continued talking.

“Apparently Louis was seen going home from a bar or pub or club or something like that with a very slutty looking girl.”

“What?”

“Yeah, and then she posted a picture of Louis sleeping on her twitter.”

What?!?” I asked and I felt tear of different emotions come to my eyes.

“Yeah, um, so you should really go and talk to Louis and then you can come over to my house if you need to.”

“Okay, well, I’m going to confront him. Bye.”

“Bye,” she replied and I hung up the phone.

I wiped the tears from my eyes and I walked out of the nursery and down the stairs.

“Hey Britt,” Harry said from the couch when he saw me, and then he saw that I crying. “Are you okay?” he asked as he walked over to me holding Danny.

“Is Louis here?” I asked instead of answering his question.

“Lou! Get your arse over here and tell me what you did!” Harry yelled angrily and Louis ran from the kitchen.

“What are you talk-.” He started to say, and then he saw me. “Brittany,” he said with a scared and guilty look on his face.

“Do you have something you need to tell me?” I asked as the other boys walked out of the kitchen.

“What’s going on?” Liam asked when he saw my face.

“Ask Louis,” I replied.

“Brittany, I’m sorry. I really am.”

“Tell it to someone who cares,” I replied and I walked past him and out the door.

I took about three steps and was then surrounded by paparazzi that were screaming questions at me.

“Is it true that Louis cheated on you?”

 “Why are you crying?”

“Did you and Louis break up?”

“Is Lany done with?”

“Is it true that Louis is becoming an alcoholic?”

The more they said, the quicker I walked and the more I regretted letting my mum borrow my car.

After five minutes of walking towards the city and getting screamed at, I stopped.

“You people really want to know what happened?” I asked and they all shut up and nodded. “Louis and I got into a fight because of these stupid rumors that he cheated on me. They aren’t true,” I lied. I knew they were true but I couldn’t let people think badly of Louis. “He’s too big of a sweetheart to do that. And yes, he has been going to bars and clubs more often than he used to and yes, Louis and I aren’t being all couplily like we used to, but the things we went through would ruin any of you. Now please leave me alone,” I said and kept walking. Surprisingly, they didn’t follow.
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I spent the rest of the day walking around the city and buying things from stores. I didn’t really talk to anyone and I kept ignoring all the calls and texts for people.

What was even worse were that the voices were becoming a little louder.

“I miss you,” I heard Louis say, but I just shook my head and kept walking. “I wish you would talk to me.”

“Louis really loves you,” Meghan said. “He honestly does.”

“I wish I wouldn’t’ve done it,” Louis said.

It was getting dark when I decided I should probably head home.

Buzz buzz buzz

I looked at my phone and it was Liam.

“Hey,” I said as I answered it.

“Hey, are you okay?”

“Not really.”

“Do you want to talk about it?”

“Not really.”

“Are you going to come back home tonight? Or are you sleeping somewhere else or something?”

“I’ll probably call Meghan and see if I can crash at her place.”

“Okay, as long as you’re safe.”

“How’s, um, how’s Louis?” I asked slowly.

“He’s really angry at himself and he locked himself away in your guys’ room.”

“He should be angry at himself. He’s a complete arse hole.”

I heard Liam chuckle. “Yeah, all of us know that. We also know what you told the paparazzi, and I have to ask, why did you lie?”

“I might be angry at Louis, but I can’t ruin his reputation out of anger.”

“I’m pretty sure that’s why Louis loves you.”

“What do you mean?” I asked in confusion.

“You always put other people first. You always try to protect people.”

“Yeah, well, I think I’m going to go now, so tell Louis that he’s a complete and total tool, but he’s my tool.”

“I will, be safe.”

“You too, bye.”

“Bye,” he replied and I ended the call.

As I kept walking out of the city, which was becoming more and more empty, I heard a crash coming from down an ally.

“Owww,” someone moaned.

“Hello?” I yelled down the alley as I turned to walk down it. “Are you okay?” I asked and put all of my bags onto one are and then I turned on the light app on my phone.

I knew it was a stupid thing to do, go down an alley at night, but in all honesty, I didn’t care. I’d stopped caring about most things days ago.

Once I was about halfway down the alley, someone shoved me to the wall and I dropped my bags and my phone. It landed face down so the light was still shining and I got a look at the guy holding me against the wall.

“Hello,” whispered a boy in his early twenties. He was pale with blue green eyes and messy, dark brown hair. “Aren’t you going to call for help?” he asked and I shook my head.

“Do it,” I whispered and he looked slightly stunned. “I don’t care.”

“Well in that case,” he said and let go of me, “You are free to go.”

“What the fucks that supposed to mean?”

“You took all the fun out of killing you, so run along,” he said and made a little motion with his hand towards the entrance of the alley.

I knew that I should’ve probably been running away from the guy who was about to kill me, but I was intrigued by him.

“Wait, so, you’re just going to let me go?”

“Well you are not going to put up a fight, so why even bother?” he asked and crossed his arms.

“You realize that I’m about to call the police, right?” I asked and crossed my arms.

He shrugged. “I shall be long gone by the time they get here.”

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” I asked and he shrugged again.

“What the is wrong with you?” he asked.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“I was about to kill you, then I said I am letting you go and you are standing here arguing with me. You know I could kill you here and now.”

“Then do it,” I replied simply.

“You really do not want to live, do you?”

“I have no reason too.”

“What do you mean.”

“I can never be a mother,” I said. “That’s all I want in life is to be a mother, but I can’t be.”

“How do you know?”

“I’ve been pregnant with three children. When I was seventeen, my baby died of heart failure. Halfway through my second pregnancy, which was with twins, I had a miscarriage and one of the babies died. The other was a stillborn.”

“And you want that pain to go away,” the boy stated and I nodded. “What would you say if I told you that I could do something that might make it a little bit better.”

“I would say, ‘bring it on.’”

The boy brought his wrist to his mouth and bit down on it and started to bleed.

“What the fuck?”

“Just go with it,” he replied and brought his bloody wrist to my mouth.

“What the fuck?” I said again.

“Bite my wrist,” he said simply and I gave him a look that said that I thought he was crazy, which he probably was. “Do it,” he said sternly and I slowly brought my mouth to his wrist.

It felt weird to be drinking this random strangers blood, but it didn’t taste rusty or gross. It was oddly good.

After a minute or two, he move his arm away and cupped my face with his hands like he was about to kiss me.

“I am sorry,” he whispered and then twisted his arms quickly and I felt my neck snap.

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