Before I Met You, Louis Tomlinson.

Seventeen year old writer, Ellen Aprils is displayed affection in a new light, but her dreadful past forces her to push it to the back of her mind and tell herself the feels aren’t there. Ellen keeps a journal and is told from a young age to keep her emotions together by putting her feelings on paper, before Louis came along she didn’t know what love and heart break was. The young writer leaving her family, friends and first love in Australia to join a school in London to progress a future in writing. She starts her life and thinks she has Louis place behind her but it’s when she heads to a party with her neighbour, Liam that her and Louis are reunited, she experiences things like non other after Louis and her pursue there once dead end relationship.


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Next day

Ellen’s POV

“Don’t touch me!” I spit as I reach the car park at the school, John gripping my hand.

“Or what.” He asked and my jaw tensed.

“You don’t want to know.”

“No, baby, I do.” He watches me, “I really want to know.” Before I can’t think my fist has connected to his nose, and I feel the sting from where his teeth have made contact with the skin on my fingers. His on the ground, one hand gripping the dripping skin as he leans on his elbow, “Stay away from me you creep.” I kick him in the stomach before walking the short distance to my car; I get in and start it instantly, as I pull out of the parking space John is only just getting to his feet, his arm over his stomach as his other hand is holding his bleeding nose. I get back to the apartment and make my way upstairs Louis is home and it shocks me when I see him sitting on the lounge.

“Are you okay?” he asks as I turn the tape in the kitchen on, running my bloody hand under the running water, “Babe.” I jump slightly when his hand grips my shoulder.

“Yes, yes, im fine.” I gush but I know the subject isn’t dropped.

“What did you do to your hand?” he asked as he observes it, I turn the tape of and grab a tea towel, gently drying it to find to small cuts along with an older one from the first time I punched him.

“Nothing, im fine.”

“Don’t lie to me.”

“Who was on the phone yesterday?” I don’t know why im bringing this up, maybe because his confronting my when he left me hanging after I asked for information yesterday.

“That hasn’t got anything to do with this”

“You’re saying im lying when I tell you nothing, well I think you were lying when you said that no one was on the phone yesterday.”

“Ellen, what the fuck happen to your hand!” he demands raising his voice.

“Well while we are confronting people, why are you not at school?” I ask looking up at him, the tea towel left forgotten on the bench, “Hum?”

“It doesn’t matter; now tell me about your hand!” I grip my keys from the bench and start walking towards the door but realise something and turn back.

“I don’t know why im always the one walking out, this is my apartment.” His about to reply but I slam the door when I look up I see Liam and Harry standing by Liam’s door looking at me, I mumble a hi as I take the stairs down, I don’t know where im going to go, I guess I could just walk somewhere before going back to the apartment, I look down at my hand as I walk along, the small cuts already scabbing over, I sigh and push my hands into my pocket, holding my keys in a fist and my phone in my other hand as I walk along. I finally stop, sitting on a short bench, I knew there would been missed calls and texts from Louis, I could feel my phone vibrating a lot while I held it in my pocket, the bench is cold as I lean back on it, my phone taken from my pocket as I cheek that my suspicions were correct, Louis had called me numerous times and left a few texts telling me to come back to the apartment. I had been walking for an hours; I close my eyes a minute knowing I wasn’t too far from the building because I had walked in circles, I get back up and head back towards the building getting there in about fifteen minutes, I take the elevator up to the top floor and get to the door, pushing the keys in and opening the door quietly, the apartment is dark, I flip the lights on and am greeted my Sassy rubbing against me, Louis must not be here, I throw my keys on the bench and make my way towards the opening of the bedroom, Louis isn’t in there, I get changed from my clothes and take my contacts out, slipping my glasses up my nose as I go to see what I have in the fridge and cupboard for dinner, I settle on a smallish stick of cucumber, cutting both the ends off and making my way towards the lounge where both the cats are lying, I turn the TV on and eat the cucumber while watching the news. Three hours past and Louis was still not back, I debated with  myself to call him, I wonder if he is out looking for me of out having a drink with the boys, I decide against it and get up turning the TV off, gripping both the cats under each arm and making way into the bedroom, placing them on the bed and going up to the bathroom platform to brush my teeth, when I go back down to the bed, I push Sassy closer to bandit, who lies more on Louis’ side, placing my glasses on the bedside table and pulling the blanket over my body, falling asleep shortly after.

Louis’ POV

Ellen hadn’t been replying to my texts all afternoon as I packed a bag with my school clothes and drove to my mums house, I explained to her what had happen and went to my old room, I text her a final time, but failed to get a replied, I don’t know whether to be worried of think she is ignoring me so I just placed my phone aside and closed my eyes.

I have been in and out of sleep, thinking about Ellen and if she’s safe, I leave my room and go into the kitchen, Lottie is in there on her laptop and when I cheek the time it’s only eleven thirty.

“Assignments?” I ask as I get a glass of water and she hums her response.

“Can’t sleep?” now it’s my turn to hum, she looks at me with a half-smile.

“Go see if she’s home yet.” She tells me and I think for a moment before placing my cup down and kissing my sister cheek, thanking her for the idea, I head down to my room, throwing a jumper over my torso and grabbing my keys leaving the house, it isn’t long until im in the elevator heading up to the apartment, when I arrive the door isn’t even locked, she must be home, I get in and all the lights are on, I make my way thought he empty main room and stop in the opening of the doorway, I smile as I see Ellen cuddling a pillow, one of my jumpers pulled over her body, the blanket bundled up on the floor at the end of the bed, that cats lying in the space my pillow normally is. I grip the blanket spreading it out over her body before kissing her forehead, she rolls over taking the pillow with her, my name leaving her lips in a soft hum, her forehead creased and I run my thumb over the lines that are yet to mark her forehead permanently, one thing I have noticed about Ellen is she has absolutely no frown lines and I want to keep it that way for as long as I can help it. I head up to the platform of the bathroom in the room and turn the mirror lights off, going back out to the main room and leaving Ellen a note before turning all the lights off again and leaving, locking the door before heading back down to the car.

Ellen’s POV

I woke to the cats running though the apartment, I propped myself up on my elbows, Louis was still not home, I look towards the alarm clock, it’s almost twelve, maybe he went to school, I sigh flopping back on the bed and reaching for my glasses, slipping them up my nose and swinging my legs off the side of the bed, I cross my arms over my stomach and grip the ham of Louis jumper, I drop it into the basket along with my pajamas, turning the hot water in the shower on and quickly brushing my teeth, combing my hair out with my fingers before stepping into the shower. I could barely sleep last night, waking up all the time, wondering where Louis was mostly before I got up and put one of his jumpers on, after that I slept fine, curling his pillow in my arms and finally getting some peace, once im finished in the shower, I get out and blow dry my hair, getting dressed and heading into the main room, when I placed a bowl and cereal on the counter I found a small green piece of paper sitting on the bench.

I spent the night at my mums.
I will probably see you tomorrow.
Louis. xx

I small slightly, knowing his okay, I make my breakfast which I should really be calling lunch and sit on the lounge, turning the TV on. About an hour past and I heard keys push into the door, the handle twisted and the door slowly but swiftly opened to reveal Louis, Sassy greeting him at the door, Bandit staying put in my lap. He placed his bag and keys on the bench before making his way towards me.

“Hi.” I smile after he greets me, he plops down beside me, Bandit now gone and in the bedroom door way, Louis burying his face into the crook of my neck, arms wrapped around my waist, I trail my fingers up his back and hold the nape of his neck, fingers twirling with the straight brown hair.

“Im sorry.” He breaths, nuzzling into me, his finger fisting the shirt I wear.

“Me too.” I say softly, he pulls back and looks at me before pushing a soft kiss to my lips, his hand took mine in his and he sat back, both of us looking at our fingers intertwined as he fiddled with my fingers.

“But I still want to know what happen.” He says cautiously, tracing his index finger over the two small, small cuts, I let a sigh slip from my lips.

“The person that held me to the wall, he goes to my school.” I look up at him as he watches my in surprise.

“You hit him?” I nod; he brings my hand to his lips, kissing both the little cuts before turning back to me. “That’s my girl.” He says quietly and I smile, his nose nudging my cheek.

“Why are you back from school early again?” I ask as I stroke my fingers though his hair, his lips sucking and kissing my neck softly.

“To see you.” I smile and kiss his lips again, his pushes me back as he leans his weight on me, our chests pressed together as he stokes my hair behind my ear, our noses brushing as his lips linger only milometers away from mine, “Your so gorgeous.” He puckers his lips pressing them to mine softly, my fingers on his waist, fisting his shirt.

“So are you.” I bight my lip and he narrows his eyes at me.

“A guy isn’t gorgeous.” He states and I nod.

“Only very special guys.” I say and he grins.

“Special.” He nods in agreement, “Because I have you.” My hands slid up to grip his shoulders, my cheeks flushing.

“I Love you.” I whisper and he quickly pecks my nose.

“I love you, too.” The inside of my foot trailing up his calf, the hair moving under my foot making my giggle sightly.

“So hairy.” I state and he puts himself into a push up position on the lounge to look down at my legs tangled around his, my foot continuing to stook his leg and he laughs before moving down my body, catching my ankles in his hands, I prop myself up on my elbows and watch as he right hand leaves my left ankle and starts pushing up the leg of my track suit pants.

“Let’s see yours.” He says and I wriggle slightly but he grabs my free ankle again trying to keep me still, “It’s only fair.” I frown as he continues up. “Hmm, spiky.”

“Louis.” I whine and he smirks up at me before letting his attention fall back on my right leg.

“I see a few tiny, tiny hairs.” he states as he brushes his palm up my shin, “And when I say a few I mean everywhere.” I bend my knees and pounce on him, pushing him back on the lounge, his hands gripping my hips as I now trap him between my body and the lounge.

“Don’t.” I say watching his sparkling blue eyes.

“What about your arm-pits?” I frown and lift my arm, all my weight on Louis as I pull the short sleeve down to reveal my hair less and stubble free arm pit.

“Nothing.” I say pushing on his chest to sit up, straddling his lap, his hands still on my hips as he looks up at me, from any other angle you would swear his eyes were closed but I could see the slightest of blue as he watches me push my hair back off my shoulder.

“And down there?” he asks and I blush slightly, his index and middle finger on his right hand hook into the front of the waistband on my pants and panties, about the pull the material down but I slapped his hand away.

“That’s none of your business.” He smirks.

“I think it is.” He tells me as he pulls me back down onto him, our lips connecting, my fingers combing through his hair, his hands trailing down my back and under the waist band of my trackies and panties, his fingertips pressing into the soft, squishy skin as he squeezes, a giggle entering the kiss causing him to smile against my lips.

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