Hush, Hush ( Louis Tomlinson fanfiction)

When Madison and Louis are forced together as lab partners, Madison would rather fall to her death than put up with his elusive answers to her questions, his teasing, and his infuriatingly handsome face and hypnotizing eyes. I t seems Louis was put on earth just to drive her crazy.

But before long, Madison's defenses start to break down as her curiosity about Louis heats up. Why does he always seem to be wherever and know exactly what shes thinking? How does he know what to say to both attract her and repulse her? And what is up with those V-shaped scars on his chiseled back?

As their connection grows stronger, Madison's own life becomes increasingly fragile. Madison needs to decide: Is Louis the one who wants to harm her or the one who will keep her safe? Has she fallen for one of the fallen?

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1. chapter 1

 

 A/N ok so this story takes place in COLDWATER, MAINE! I just want to say I know this chapter is very long and Louis doesn’t come in until like the middle. This chapter is very boring but you must read it because I have like 3 chapter written to this story already and I really really like it.

 

I walked into biology and my jaw fell open. Mysteriously adhered to the the chalkboard was a Barbie doll, with ken at her side. They'd been forced to link arms and were naked except for artificial leaves placed in a few choice locations. Scribbled above their heads in thick pink chalk was:

WELCOME TO HUMAN REPRODUCTION

Coach McConaughy grabbed the whistle swinging from a chain around his neck and blew it "Seats, team!" coach considered teaching tenth grade biology a side assignment to his job as varsity basketball coach, and we all knew it.

"It may not have occurred to you kids that sex it more important than a fifteen minute trip to the backseat of a car. It's science. And what is science?"

"Boring" some kid in the back of the room called out.

"The only class I'm failing" said another.

Coaches eyes tracked down to the front row, stopping at me. "Madison?"

"The study of something" I said

He walked over and jabbed his index finger on the table in front of me. "What else?"

"Knowledge gained through experimentation and observation." Lovely, I sounded like i was auditioning for the audiobook of out textbook.

"In your own words please."

"Science is an investigation." It sounded like a question

"Science is an investigation." Coach said, sanding his hands together. "Science requires us to transform into spies."

Put that way, science almost sounded fun. But I'd been in coaches class to long to know not to get my hopes up.

" Good sleuthing talkes practices, He continued .

" So does sex" came another back of the room comment. We all bit back laughter while coach pointed a warning at the offender.

" That won’t be a part of tonight’s homework." coach turned his attention back to me " Madison you've been sitting beside Mary since the start of the year." I nodded but had a bad feeling about where this was going. "Both of you are on the school eZine together." Again I nodded "I bet you know quite a bit about each other."

Mary kicked my leg under our shared table. I knew what she was thinking. We have been friends our whole life of corse we know everything about each other... we tell each other everything.

"In fact I bet you know a lot about who is sitting next to you. You picked the seats for a reason right which is why today your getting a new seating chart. Every partner sitting on the left hand side or the table that’s you left move up a seat. those in the front move to the back."

Mary got up and walked away. i knew all the names of my class mated except one. The transfer. He sat slouched one table back, cool black eyes holding a steady gaze forward . Just for one moment I didnt belive he just sat there, day after day staring into space. He was thinking something, but instinct told me i dont want to know what.

He set his bio textbook down on the table and slid into Mary's old chair.

"Hi I'm Madison"

The corners of his mouth tilted up. My heart skipped a beat, a feeling of gloomy darkness seemed to slide like a shadow over me. It vanished in an instant. His smile wasnt friendly. It was a smile that spelled trouble with a promise.

Coach said " For the rest of the class find out as much as you can about your new partner. Tomorrow bring a write up of your discoveries , and believe me i will check for authenticity. Dont fictionalize your answers I want to see real interaction and teamwork or else."

I turned to mystery boy he smelled of smoke not cigarettes something fouler, and richer. Cigars. i just looked at the clock and wait for him to say something. I heard soft gliding of his pen he was writing and i wanted to know what. Ten minutes passed. I turned my head and saw several lines of writing and growning .

"What are you writing?" i asked

" And she speaks english." he said while scribbling it down.

" What did you write" i demanded he crumpled the paper and threw it in the trash making a perfect shot at the trash can. " Your name?" i said

"Call me Louis. I mean it. Call me." He winked when he said it pretty sure he was making fun of me.

" What do you do in your free time" i asked

" I dont have free time."

"Im assuming this assingnment is grade so do me a favor?"

" what kind of favor?" he asked leaning back in his chair. "free time." he repeated. " I take pictures." i printed photography on my paper. " I wasnt finished." he said " I have a collection going of an eZine columnist who believes theres truth in eating organic, who writes poetry in secret, and who shudders at the thought of having to choose between standford, Yale, and whats that big one with the H called?

I staired at him a moment at how dead on he was. He knew about me with out even knowing me. I wanted to know how he knew right now.

" But you wont end up at any of them"

" I wont?" I asked. He hooked his fingers under the seat of my chair and pulled me and my chair closer to him

“ Even though you’d thrive at all three schools, you scorn them for being a cliché or achievement. Passing judgement is you third biggest weakness.”

“And my second?” I said with rage. Who was this guy? Was this some kind of joke? How did he know so much about me?

“ You don’t know who to trust. I take that I back you do know how to trust you just trust the wrong people.”

“And my first?” I demanded

“ You keep life on a short leash.”

“ Whats that supposed to mean?”

“Your scared of what you cant control.”

The hair at the nape of my neck stood up. This guy scared me how did he know all of this about me?

“ Do you sleep naked?” he asked

My jaw dropped. “ Your hardly the person I would tell”

“Ever done anything illegal?”

“no” I occasionally break past the speeding limit but that wouldn’t count. Not with him.

“ What’s that?” Louis tapped the inside of my wrist with his pen. I pulled away.

“A birthmark.”

“Looks like a scar are you suicidal, Madison?” his eyes connected to mine. I could feel him laughing “ Parents married or divorced?”

“ I live with my mom.”

“ where’s dad?”

“ My dad passed away last year.”

“ How did he die?”

I flinched. “ He was murdered.” There was silence

“ That must me hard.” Louis said and he sounded like he meant it. The bell rang and Louis got to his feet walking to the door.

“ wait” I called out. “ Louis! I didn’t get anything about you!” He turned around and walked to me. He scribbled 7 numbers on my hand

“ Call me babe”

“ Im busy tonight.”

“ So im I” he grinned and walked away.

“ Im not calling. Not ever!!” I said and stormed off to my locker!

 

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