Save me

Ashton is a girl bullied for her name as it is a boys name. She cuts herself everyday for the right reasons and is slowly giving up. A while ago louis left and joined a band,now he's back and Ashton has to show him around school. They have never talked before even when louis was her old class mate but will louis find out her secret and save her before she takes her own life? Or will he hurt her more than anyone else?


17. we don't have to or...

" I'm hungry" louis said sitting up. I giggled and rolled over on my back, he looked down and smile at me. " stay here" he said kissing my forehead and slipping out of bed. I sat up and watched him excitedly go to kitchen, I smiled to myself and slipped off the bed, even though he told me not to. I walked into the kitchen to see louis cooking pancakes over the stove. I walked over to him and wrapped my arms around his waist and laid my head on his back. " I thought I told you to stay in bed" he teased over me, I let out a sleepy laugh " you did" I said simply. He chuckled " so why are you here cuddling me" I could practically see the smirk on his face. " I missed you" I squeezed him, holding him a little closer. " is that ok" I said as I let go of him. He turned to me, putting the spatula down on the counter and placing a hand on both of my cheeks, " yes it's ok, but I'm right here, you don't have to miss me" I smiled and nodded, he chuckled and kissed my forehead. " now go sit down" he smiled and turned back to the stove. I turned and walked over to the table, sitting on the bench cross legged. " hey Lou" I whined from the table." Yeah ash" he said putting his pan, spatula and bowl he made the mix in, in the sink. He walked over putting plates and other stuff on the table as I talked "so about last night..." I trailed off looking down at my hands as i repeatedly open and closed my fingers. I felt him put a finger under my chin and lifted my head up, the way he did last night and locked eyes with mine shaking his head. "We don't have to talk about it" he said with a sad face. He pulled his hand away and kept setting up the table, and I felt bad for saying it but I had to ask " we don't have have to, or you don't want to" I looked down at my hands that had stopped moving and were now stuck in the closed position. And felt a tear slide of my cheek and splatter on my hand, and all went silent.

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