My English Teacher

I put my trust in him. He showed me what it's like to love again and what it's like to be loved. But we will have to knock down walls to be together.


8. Hell

I hopped out of the shower and put on some sweats and a tank top. I threw my hair into a bun. I walked out into the kitchen. Liam was washing up some dishes. I quickly grabbed a towel and started to dry them. 

"Thanks." He mumbled.

"No problem." I said. 

"I'm sorry about yesterday, it's just you , and him well.... yeah." He said awkwardly. I laughed.

"No, no it's fine. I understand you expected him to be smarter. I am only his student after all and he is my teacher. Trust me Liam I understand." I said. 

"I just shouldn't have said it, it wasn't my place." He told me. He had finish washing and was now putting away dry dishes. Louis walked into the kitchen. He wrapped his arms around my waist and nuzzled his head into my neck. He  spun me around. I saw him lean in for a kiss but I turned my head.

"I can't..." I whispered. He was drawn back. 

"Can't what?" He asked.

" you are only going to get hurt in the end."I said. His whole body froze. Hurt evident in his expression. 

"Andrea, this. this right here what you are doing is hurting me. You want to keep me safe, and not hurt me then don't leave. Please." He begged, a tear slipped out of his eye. 

"Mr. Tomlinson you don't understand." I said raising my voice.

"Don't understand what? The fact that you don't seem to grasp the idea of love. Cause I sure as hell don't understand then." His tone was harsh. 

"Fuck you. I know more than you will ever know about love. I know that love is some bullshit that makes you happy, makes you smile gives you this warm sense of security. Then it makes you drop your guards. It makes you think that everything will be alright. Then it is brutally rips away all that. I drags your beaten soul to hell and leaves you. Trust me, I know more about life then you fucking do." I yelled. "You know that accident changed everything. I remember that feeling of warmth, I remember everything good about love, but I remember the bad." I told him my voice softer. The rest of the boys were now watching. I ripped off my shirt. 

"I remember the feeling of metal twisting around me." I said pointing to a large scar on my side. 

"I remember the way my skin split, I remember when I was brutally thrown into hell. I remember what hell was like, what it is like. I remember running, running only to be caught, raped, stabbed and left to die. I don't think you understand why I don't want to be loved or feel love. I don't want that. Hell has finally left me alone. I don't want to be that stupid teenager who fell in love with her teacher. I don't want to have my heart broken, I put up new guards and walls and this time I'm not letting any one in." I said. I slid my shirt on. I couldn't bare to look anyone in the eye. I felt Louis tilt my chin up. 

"Look at me." He whispered. I did. "Andrea that's fine. Put up your guards and walls but I will be waiting, I will wait out side of them. Till one day they crumble, and I will be there to hold you, to love you, and to protect you." He whispered. Tears spilled out of my eyes. He brought me into his arms. "I love you too much to let you go Andrea, and if I have too I will walk through hell with you." 

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