Protect Her

Alison is the school slut, she's the girl who tried to kill herself, the girl who always gets into trouble. When her parents can't handle her anymore they sent her to London, to live with her cousin, the one and only Louis Tomlinson.


3. chapter

Once we got out of the airport the cold air hit me, wel it wasn't that cold but stand in my shoes, I'm from Australia. A sigh escaped my mouth as Louis opened the car door for me I mumbled a small "thanks" and got in the car. I emediatly put in my ear plugs and softly listened to my music. I loved music, it was like I was in my own little world once the music hit my ears. Music was my escape.

In the car ride Louis and I didn't really talk. It's not like he didn't want to, but when he said something I either ignored him or I told him to "shut up". This may sound really weird but I've learned to hate my family. Especially Louis, he knew about everything. He knew about the beatings, the names, the hate I got, not only from my parents but also by the kids at school. I know he was just 9 at the time, but the fact he just left me breaks my heart, he never even looked back.

"Hey, Allison are you okay?" Louis' soft voice asked me, making me frown. That's when I realised the tears rolling down my cheek. Good job Allison, now he'll think you're weak or something. Why do you always fuck everything up!? "I'm fine." I snapped as I looked out of the window and whiped my tears away quickly. 

Once we arrived at his house I couldn't help but notice it was huge! "I live here with my band mates." He explained and I just nodded as we entered the huge house. "Okay look, you're extremely beautiful, or hot, whatever you prefer but just tell me when the boys flirt with you, and trust me they wil, and I'll beat the crap out of them." I rolled my eyes at him and walked past him. "I'm seventeen for Gods sake I know how to handle myself." I snapped, yet my voice still a whisper. "GUYS WE'RE HOME!" Louis yelled before turning towards me. "Follow me." He said as he walked towards I think the living room.

I just sat down on a couch and stared at whatever was on the tv. Soon enough 2 boys around my age walked in. "Ali this a..-" Louis started but I cut him of. "Don't call me Ali, for God's sake you are not allowed to call me Ali anymore." I snapped making the other boys' eyes shoot open. Louis just looked down at the groung. Did I just make him sad? Good. He's the one who hurt me, by leaving me. 

"Guys where are Harry and Liam?" Louis asked, his voice sounded smaller than before, a bit broken even. I felt bad but on the other hand what he's feeling is nothing compared to how I feel for as long as I can remember. "They're upstairs, they said they'd finish their game and they would come downstairs afterwards, so they're in the gaming room." I sighed as the boys kept talking. I was extremely bored to be honest. "Are you really Louis' family?" A blond haired boy with an Irish accent asked me.

I looked over at Louis than back over at the Irish boy. "I wish I wasn't." Louis looked hurt but then... angry? "ARE YOU SERIOUSLY GOING TO BE LIKE THIS!? WHY DO YOU EVEN HATE ME SO MUTCH!? I HAVE BEEN NOTHING BUT NICE TO YOU!" His sudden anger made me jump a bit and took me back to all the times my parents had yelled at me, I was fighting the tears, but I'm not going to take all this yelling... not anymore.

"ARE YOU FUCKING SERIOUS LOUIS!? YOU KNEW EVERYTHING ABOUT ME! ABOUT HOW BAD MY CLASSMATES AND MY PARENTS WERE AND YOU FUCKING LEFT ME! I NEEDED YOU LOUIS!" The tears streamed down my face but my facial expression still angry as hell. His facial expression dropped, he looked sad, sorry, even. "I was 9..." He softly spoke trying to make himself feel better. "And now you're 21. What about the time inbetween 9 and 21 huh?" He looked guilty but I didn't care I hated him and I wanted him to know that. "I hate you, Louis Tomlinson." I told him putting emphrases on the 'hate' I walked up the stairs. I couldn't walk out of the door, I didn't know London. 

I didn't even know which room was mine, there were so many. I sighed as I heard footsteps behind me. I hoped it wasn't Louis, and just my luck it was Louis. "Follow me." His southing voice told me as he took my bag from my hand and walked up another pair of stairs until we came to a door at the end of the hall. He opened the door and I couldn't help but smile. "This is your room." I looked over at him and smiled. The room was beautifull, it looked like an apartment even, it even had multipul rooms.

Once I had looked around my room we sat down on the huge bed and Louis looked over at me. "Wanna talk about it?" He asked and to be honest I really did. "No..." My soft voice spoke. Really Allison really? You clearly need to talk and you say no? God you're a fuckup. I thought to myself. He smiled and nodded. "Okay, I'm going downstairs iff you need anything just call me, okay?" I nodded and he walked towards the door. I bit my lip thinking over what I was going to say. Should I? "Louis?" My soft voice spoke making him turn around. "Yes, Allison?" I looked at the ground. "Can you stay?" He nodded and layed down beside me. I just put my head on his chest and he wrapped an arm around me.

"I'm sorry I'm so difficult." I told him as a single tear rolled down my right cheek.

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