Untamable (Dark Louis Fanfic)

I pressed her up against the wall, holding her legs around my waist. I planted kisses along her jawline and down to her neck. I heard her small moan and a smirk grew on my face. I loved the control I had over her. I walked us over to the bed and I set her down, hovering over her. She looked up at me and fluttered her eyelashes. That one innocent gesture made my control snap, and I crashed my lips against hers. She tangled her fingers in my hair, tugging lightly at the strands. I moaned and moved my hands down her sides, stopping right above the waistband of her sweatpants. My name fell repeatedly from her lips as I tugged down the thick, soft material of her sweatpants. She groaned as I returned my hands to her hips, letting my fingers ghost over her skin. I could see the goosebumps raise under my touch, and a shudder ran through her body. She was mine. All mine, and I loved it more than I should've.

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10. Falling

Louis' P.O.V.

I can't explain it at all. I've never wanted anything or anyone as much as I want Alex. She's a challenge. She won't willingly throw herself at me like the others. She's a prize to be won, and I always win. But still, I feel like I'm on the losing end of the battle here. I find myself wanting to be around her, even if it's only for a short time.

I don't date. Never dated, and I hadn't planned on ever dating. Just parties and one night stands usually. Then I move on and forget completely about the girl. But there's something about Alex. I can't get her out of my head. It's like she's consuming my thoughts. I catch myself thinking about the way she gets crinkles by her eyes when she smiles, and the way she playfully rolls her eyes. Hearing the moan from her parted lips last night made me want even more. It made me want to hear it as often as I could. I constantly imagine her small hands running through my hair. Everything about her drives me crazy. I don't understand what's going on. 

"Louis? Darling, are you alright?" My stepmother asked sweetly from beside me. I turned to her, being broken from my thoughts. I nodded and turned in my chair to go up to my room. "Honey, wait." Angela said, putting her hand on my shoulder. I stiffened and shook her hand off of my shoulder.

"What is it, Angela." I growled. I swear to fucking god if she gives me another lecture..

"I wanted to talk to you about your birthday party. You know, your birthday is coming up next month, and I wanted to get things planned out early." She rambled on. I held up my hand to stop her from talking further. 

"I don't understand why you go all out for my birthday party. It's not like your my real mom. You didn't give birth to me, so why do you even bother throwing me a party?" I narrowed my eyes at her. She sighed and looked at me with pleading eyes. 

"I care about you, though. I just want you to be happy, Lou." She said. I tensed at the nickname she used.

"You want me to be happy? Then stop trying to be my fucking mother, cause you aren't. And never fucking call me Lou again. You can't replace my mum, so just stop trying. Give it up, cause this is one battle you're going to have to lose, Angela. Piss off, and leave me alone!" I growled, and stomped up to my room. I tugged at my hair angrily, and paced back and forth. I walked over to a wall and connected my fist harshly to the drywall. Why does she have to be so fucking annoying? She always tries to replace my mum, but no one could replace her. Not one person on this whole goddamn earth. She was the greatest woman alive. 

"Lou! Come down here, Boobear! I have a surprise for you!" My mother called from downstairs. I smiled and ran down the stairs, excited that she was finally home from work. I jumped into the kitchen and ran up to her, latching onto her leg. She laughed her beautiful laugh, and picked me up, setting me on the counter. "There you are!" She smiled. "Have you grown since I last saw you yesterday? You look about 5 feet taller!" She laughed as she patted my head.

"I can't grow that fast!" I laughed. She looked into my eyes, her beautiful blue eyes soft and caring. I couldn't help but smile whenever I was around her. She radiated happiness.

"But you're getting to be such a big boy!" She ruffled my hair. I whined and covered my head with my hands. "What were we talking about, again? Something about a surprise, right?" She raised her eyebrows.

"What's my surprise, momma!" I asked eagerly, clapping my hands. She smiled down at me, and held something behind her back.

"Close your eyes, Boobear." She cooed. I loved her nickname for me. I nodded and shut my eyes. I felt something being placed into my hands, and I smiled.

"Can I open my eyes yet?" I asked. She laughed again.

"Yes, Lou." She said happily. My eyes shot open, and I saw a toy truck in my hands. The one that I had been wanting. My smile grew wider, and I looked up at my mother with bright eyes.

"A toy truck! Thank you, momma! I love you!" I hugged her tight. She wrapped her warm arms around me, and rested her chin on my small shoulder.

"Your welcome, Boobear. I love you too. Now, time for dinner!" She smiled, helping me off the counter.

I yelled out in frustration, and roughly kicked the wall. She just had to get cancer. She just had to die. She just had to leave me with my violent father, and let him get remarried to Angela. She just had to go.

The last thing she had said to me was, "Take care of your father and your sisters, Lou. I love you, Boobear. So much. Always remember that, okay?" She told me to take care of him, when he rarely takes care of me and my sisters. I have to be the one to feed them and get them ready in the morning for school. Daisy and Phoebe, the twins, are so precious. I'm the only one who really gives a damn about my sisters. My father doesn't give a shit about them. Not Lottie or Fizzy. Not even Georgia. The only thing he cares about is money and his wife.

"Why'd you have to go, mum? Things aren't the same. He isn't the same. If only you could fucking see him now, mum. See what he's become.." I whispered, sliding down the wall. I pushed my forehead against the drywall and took a deep breath. I told her I'd be strong. I told her that I'd keep them safe. That's exactly what I plan to do. 

A buzzing from the dresser broke me of my thoughts. I groaned and walked over to my phone, snatching it up and looking at the number. Alex. Why was she calling me?

A/N Hey my lovely readers! I just wanted to thank you again for the support! I want to hear from you about something. Should Zac save Alex, or should Louis? Cause Zac is getting out of the hospital the day Alex gets kidnapped by Mason. And I feel, personally, that if Zac saved Alex, it would create a lot more drama with Louis, but I still think that Louis saving Alex would bring them closer. SO I want your opinion! Leave a comment telling me your opinion, and I'll see what I can do based on what you guys think is right. Love all of you beautiful peoplez! Happy Reading! ~Maddy <3

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