Lost in One Direction

Bay Garline is one of those girls who could care less about girly things like make up, hair, and..... One Direction. In her eyes they are waste of space. Too bad for her One Direction goes to her school, and for some reason seem to love to be in her buisness. But after a while she sees that the boys are getting to her, and discovers her feelings for them and discovers something she could never imagine: herself.

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10. Don't Go

After we arrived at my house, I no longer cared for Harry and his stupid pet dog or Zayn and his awkwardness around me, Louis was all I cared for. He was unimaginable perfect in every way. It felt rather crazy for me to feel this way about someone who originally got me frustrated and confused. I didn't know if it was the moment or my teenage girl hormones coming into play, but whatever it was I never wanted the moment to end.

        I watched as Louis took off his jacket and tossed it in my hall closet, along with Harrys leather jacket. Honestly, I would have been more pleased if Louis had thrown the jacket into a fire pit and danced on the ashes, but we had to be sincere in some way. After shutting the closet door, Louis walked over and plopped on the couch next to me. I sat still, chin rested on my knees, hands wrapped around my legs, keeping them in place, and the voices and appearances of the two men vividly flowing through my mind. I shook with fear remembering the dreadful experience. Louis seemed to notice this and he placed his hand on my cheek, gently rubbing up and down. I trembled under his touch which caused him to stop. I looked over at his eyes to find nothing but sadness.

"Did you think I was going to hurt you?"

I didn't know how to respond, afraid to activate the anger inside Louis. My body just sat still and my mind frozen.

"Bay!" He asked louder. My whole body leaned away from him and I braced myself for impact. To my surprise no pain came and I looked over at Louis confused. What I found was devastating. Louis mimicked my position on the couch and wept silent let into his arm. Without thinking I flung my arms around him and squeezed tightly. In return he placed his head on my shoulder, and continued to cry, increasing the volume.   After what seemed like hours, Louis finally lifted his head to look me in the eyes. His eyes were still swollen with tears, but you could find just of bit of grateful ness deep in them. At the moment if felt like he was going to let it all out to me, but you could still notice that his emotions were locked behind bars, begging to escape, but the keys were hid deep down in the heart.

"Louis" I begged quietly.

My voice triggered something and He shot up like a spring and quickly wiped away his tears with his sleeve. When he removed his arm from his face, you could hardly trace any sign of crying. His natural, funny face was plastered back on and he spoke in his normal tone:

"I'm sorry to have wasted your time, I will be leaving." He started to walk but I pulled him back, dragging him back on the couch next to me.

"No I won't let you!"

"Why? Just let me leave!" He tugged away from my grip and got up once again, this time walking towards the foyer with no objections. I built up the courage, and sprinted from the couch and down the foyer. Without another thought, I slammed Louis up against the wall, trapping his wrists above his head. He struggled desperately but I pushed harder against him using every bit of strength in my body at one moment, which all and all probably caused more pain for me than Louis. But I didn't give up, and I kept going until Louis started to cry out in mercy like a frustrated child.

I mentally grinned in my head, knowing I had dominance against a rather buff guy. It was quite a feeling, a feeling that never seemed to overcome me. Dominance. Just the word itself made me feel more superior than I let off to be. I was used to being more of the prey and not the predator. I actually almost forgot situation was considered serious.

"Okay Bay you win! Just let go!" He yelled while he continued to squirm. I loosened the grip on his wrists and moved away from him. Louis rubbed his wrists, probably complaining about the fresh bruises I had just formed. As soon as he gave his wrists a good amount of attention, he looked up to me. Like a cat, he pounced in me and pinned me up against the wall, knocking over a family portrait in the process. It shattered as it connected with the floor, and the smooth wood was soon covered with a maze of chunks of glass.

"Now I'm in my charge." He whispered in my ear. I felt the whole dominance thing being ripped right from my hands and given to Louis. My gift was stolen and now I was left with nothing but pure innocence. Innocence. The thing that kept me from being killed. Yet now it felt like innocence would open up a new door. A door leading to one thing that was begging to be released: the truth.

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