Louis pulled me into the men's bathroom by my wrist. I struggled and wriggled to try and get free.
" let me go" I growled once again.
"No" he laughed at me, picking me up by my waist and sitting me on the grey counter.
A sink was on either side of me, so I was careful not to get wet as I struggled. I wriggled my hips that were held to the counter by Louis.
He laughed at me again.
" I would stop doing that if I were you"
" why" I breathed looking up at him with a pure death glare.
He smirked and leaned in close next to my ear.
" because I like it" he whispered huskily in my ear, making me cringe.
" disgusting" I said pushing him away from me. He shrugged and laughed.
" at least I warned you"
He pulled a ton of paper towels out from the dispenser and wet them in the sink.
" this is going to hurt love" he said holding my face up by my chin and bringing the towel to my cheek.
I flinched when the cool cloth touched a small scrape, instantly stinging it.
"Sorry love" he mumbled continuing to clean dried blood off of my face.
" don't call me that" I growled, glaring at him with angered eyes. I am anything but love, no need to call me what I am not.
He ignored me though, pretending he didn't hear me as he threw away a red towel and picked up another clean one.
We sat in silence until he was finished.
" done". He huffed, throwing away the last towel and lifting me back up by my waist and setting me down gently on the floor again.
" thanks" I mumbled quickly turning on my heal and running out into the hall again.