Believe

Paige- a teenage girl who's a senior in high school. Her parents are abusive and she gets made fun of at school. She seems to think nobody cares about her. Then, Louis comes around. Her and Louis used to be friends, but... they grew apart. Now, he admits that he has feelings for her.

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2. Good Morning Sunshine

Paige's POV:

I was still slumped on the floor with my back against the door when I heard (and felt for that matter) somebody pound on the door behind me. My eyes went wide with terror.

"Paige you better open this damned door right now!" My father's voice sounded, so loud that it echoed off the walls. His voice was filled with hatred. I flinched and tried to hold the door closed, but he was too strong and he slammed it open, slamming me into the wall. I slowly stood up and when I did, my father grabbed the collar of my shirt in his fist, about to choke me.

"Didn't I tell you that I didn't want any of your dumb ass friends here?" he questioned angrily. "I don't know who would be friends with a bitch like you anyways." he mumbled. I was hardly able to breathe, let alone speak, so I didn't say anything at all. "Well?" he shouted.

"I-I- Didn't- invite-him." I managed to say in-between gasps of air.

"Ha. So you expect me to believe that somebody actually cares about you?" he snickered. I had to blink back a couple of tears. "Ha!" he laughed again.

He slapped me across the face as he let go of my collar. My face stung, but I could breathe correctly again, so I took deep breaths. My father watched in what looked like amusement, until I had caught my breath. Then he kicked my stomach, hard, knocking the air out of me again. He kicked my leg and punched my stomach again before walking out of my room, down the stairs, and into the living room, where he sat on the couch watching a football game. I shut the door and sat down on my bed. My leg stung and my face burned, but my stomach hurt the most.

I pulled up my shirt to reveal a huge dark bruise. The spot near the middle was turning a disgusting shade of purple. I groaned and layed down on the bed. I didn't realize it then, but I had tears running quickly down my cheeks. I fell asleep, staring up at the ceiling, wishing I could trade lives with somebody, anybody.

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I woke up the next morning to the sound of my father screaming, "Paige! Get your lazy ass down here right now and make breakfast!" I quickly sat up. I put on a tee shirt and some long jeans. I threw my sweatshirt on over it. Then I rushed down the stairs to be greeted by a smack across the face. I flinched, taking a step back. My father was standing in front of me, looking at me. "Go!" he screamed and I nodded my head, running into the kitchen. I put on some eggs and bacon for him. I had lost my appetite the night before when he had bruised my stomach and I still hadn't gained it back.

I finished making his breakfast and gave it to him before I went upstairs and brushed out my long blonde-brown hair. I looked up in the mirror and I had a big red handprint on the side of my face. I covered it up with my makeup and pulled up my shirt to look at the bruise across my stomach. If anything, it had gotten worse. I groaned and fixed my shirt. I checked my watch and saw that it was time to go. I ran down the stairs, grabbed my backpack, and walked out the door, shutting it behind me. I moved down the walk before I heard whistling.

My head immediately shot up and I saw Louis' car sitting at the end of my driveway. How did I not notice that? "You look beautiful Love." He said, smiling at me with that gorgeous smile of his, his pearly white teeth showing and his amazing blue eyes shinning at me. I blushed and looked at my feet. "Well, are you gonna get in or just stand there?" he questioned. I smiled and walked to the passenger's side of his car and climbed in, buckling my seatbelt.

"Good morning Sunshine." he joked, forcing me to smile by putting his fingers on my cheeks and moving them up so I had no choice. We both laughed.

"What are you doing here?" I finally questioned, as he started the engine.

"I told you I'd pick you up in the morning." his adorable British accent spoke. He had a small smile planted on his lips. 

"So how was your night?" he questioned when I didn't say anything.

 Hundreds of words spiraled through my head. Horrible, awful, agonizing, almost unbearable, dangerous, frustrating, and painful being some of them, but all I ended up saying was, "Oh, um fine."

Louis' incredible smile disappeared from his lips and was replaced with a frown. "What happened?" he asked, taking a quick glance at me through the mirror before turning his attention back to the road. He could see right through my lie.

"Nothing seriously. I'm fine." I said, faking a smile. He didn't look convinced, but he dropped it.

He pulled up in the school parking lot and he got out. I was thinking about what people would say to me. Louis  was the bad boy at our school (but I knew he was really an astonishingly sweet guy). He could get any girl he wanted because he was famous, but yet he chose to hang out with me of all people.

He opened my door and I hadn't even realized that I had just been sitting there. He grabbed my hand (and I could see that he was making sure he didn't touch my wrist) and helped me out of the car, shutting the door behind me.

Talking got suddenly quieter as we walked by, hands held together. I could just hear people whispering about us. I honestly didn't know if they were right or not. They were saying (most of them anyways) that we were a couple. I didn't exactly know what we were, I mean, we did kiss, but maybe he just felt sorry for me? Maybe he didn't actually care?

I took in a deep breath and brought myself back to the moment. I felt Louis squeeze my hand. I looked down at our hands together. I had never realized it before, but his hand was a lot bigger than mine. I squeezed his hand back.

We had been friends for a while, but at school, we were total strangers.

Louis started swinging our hands back and forth a little bit. A small smile crossed over my face until I saw Chloe. I frowned over at her.  Louis followed my gaze and then looked at me with a curious expression. I shook my head and put a smile on my lips. He smiled back. It felt like we were the only two people there, mostly because everybody shut up when they saw us.

The bell rang and he walked me to my class. "Look, I'll meet you at lunch." he said, kissing the top of my hand that was still in his.

"Okay." I answered as he walked to his class. He could be late for class anytime and not get in any trouble at all because even the teachers were putty in his hands.

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