Bad Reputation || Louis Tomlinson AU

Bad Vibes Sequel || Cover by TRXYE ||
In which Lizi goes on a painstaking and long journey to discover her new and old self with the help of a stranger, Louis, that knows more about her than she ever will. || I felt so clueless that it made me feel like I was being held underwater, breathing normally and with every breath I took, water filled my lungs, making me confused as to whether or not I was dying. And Louis was the hand that pulled me out of the water, providing me with air and clarity, telling me I was okay and I was not alone.


1. 1

The hospital released me one month after I woke up, and it has been a long and dreadful month. It was filled with scans and tests and check ups and barely any visit time, especially from Louis. Kara’s parents visited me whenever they could, but unfortunately due to their busy work schedule it wasn’t very often. They introduced themselves to me as ‘Kara’s parents, A.K.A Lindsey and Roger’, however, I had no idea who Kara was, and they were ever so kind to tell me she was my best friend, but could not visit me. Why? They never told me. Louis only visited me twice and both the times were very brief, popping in to say hello then leaving without giving an explanation. It was lonely, very lonely as the nurses weren’t so kind like they describe them in books and movies. Huge disappointment. And the worst part was that I didn’t know who I was, I didn’t know who anyone was so my mind was numbingly blank. I didn’t know what I liked to do in my spare time so I had to just sit there and do nothing. It was fucking horrible.

I closed my eyes as I rested by head on the cool window, taking in a deep breath. It was great to be outside of that dreadful hospital and especially that dreadful hospital gown. Pale blue does not go well with my pale skin. It makes me look like the bed sheets.

“You okay?” Louis asked me, and my stomach lurched at the sound of his voice causing me to squeeze my eyes tighter. This was the worst part. Figuring out what people meant to me. I just knew Louis meant something to mean, more than a friend did, but I didn’t know how much more, and neither did my body yet it always reacted strangely every time he spoke. It was torturous.

“Yeah, I’m fine.” I answered breathlessly, opening my eyes and looking out the window, admiring the way the scenery blended together as Louis sped down the street of Manhattan.

“You look pale.” He stated and I rolled my eyes.

“I’m always pale.” I mumbled, still keeping my eyes on the messy colours outside. They looked like the easel of a passionate artist.

“You look exceptionally pale.” He reworded his statement and I lifted my head to look at him.

“How’d you know? You never visited me in the hospital.” Louis wrapped his fingers around the wheel tightly when I spoke and I knew that he’s been preparing to answer that question for a very long time now.

“I know. I’m sorry. I had personal things to sort out.” He told me, keeping his eyes strained on the road.

“Whatever.” I went back to watching the colours.


When we arrived at my penthouse, I just knew something happened here. Something big because when I stepped foot into the living space, a feeling so strong hurled itself at my gut, tackling it as if they were playing football inside me.

I walked into the house slowly, taking in everything around me and stopped a bit before the stairs. I felt Louis’ wary gaze on me as I took in the strong emotions tied to the place. It felt as if I was playing a game of treasure hunt, trying to find the biggest memory and emotion tied to a certain room or piece of furniture or even decoration.

When it all became too much, I slowly turned around to face Louis, who was still standing in the doorway.

“What happened here?” I asked, my voice a weak whisper, my eyes burning, my body warning me that I was about to cry.

“Where do I begin?” Louis joked and I made a sound that was somewhere between a choke and a sob. Louis’ joking expression turned into an alarmed one as he saw how overwhelmed I was and took a long stride towards me, but kept himself at a reasonable distance.

“What’s the biggest, most important thing that’s happened here?” I demanded, the pull in my gut getting so strong that I felt like throwing up.

“Well… I don’t know what you classify as ‘big’ but… well, you were beaten up here-” he began but I cut him off with a stomp of my foot.

“I know about that Louis! Quit playing around!” I shouted and he gulped, looking down at his shoes.

“Kara was murdered here…” Louis said and that was enough to push me over the edge and burst into tears. This caused Louis to panic and quickly run over to me, engulfing me in a huge hug. As I cried, Louis rubbed my back in a comforting manner and murmuring sweet nothings into my ear.  That’s why she never visited me.

“I can’t live here.” I choked out once I calmed down a bit, but the tears were still steadily making their way down my face.

“What?” Louis asked, baffled.

“I can’t stay here when my best friend was murdered here and someone tired to kill me here! Of course I can’t stay here!” The tears slurred my speech but the message was clear.

“Well, where will you go?” He asked and I paused. Where will I go? Then an idea dawned upon me.

“With you.” 

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