Look After You

"There's not much time." He croaked, his voice raspy and faint. I watched in horror as the life drained from his pale face. He was dying. My best friend was dying.
He groaned and looked at me pleadingly. "I'm all she has left. If I'm gone she has no one. Please Lou. Please. I need you to take care of her."
I gave him a faint smile, a tear rushing down my cheek. "I will."
My best friend gave me one last hopeful look as the blood continued to flow from his chest. "I need you to promise to protect her. Keep her away from the rest of your band. Protect her like she's your little sister."
I sighed and bowed my head, trying to hide my devastated face. "I promise."


11. Let Me Fix You

"Do you have anything to do today?" I asked Louis. He was making breakfast in the small kitchen, bits of food flying everywhere because Louis had no stability when it came to cooking. Or so I have observed.


I frowned. I hated being stuck with nothing to do. Louis noticed my reaction and smiled.

"We could go to the park?" He suggested, emptying the contents of his frying pan onto a plate. The jumbled mess of brown and yellow made me bite back a giggle. "What?"

"Are those supposed to be eggs?" I laughed. He scowled and grabbed a plastic fork. I watched in horror as he took a bite of the burnt eggs. Louis chewed slowly, and then started to wince his face in disgust, spitting the food back onto the plate.

"Ugh" he choked. "that's gross. Shall we get some breakfast before the park?"

"We shall." I smiled. I like this Louis. The one that's polite and cares for me, not the angry and one I've dreaded my entire life.

"There is a small coffee shop around the corner from the park. Apparently they have amazing pancakes!"

I nodded and grabbed my suitcase, rummaging through it to find something suitable to wear. I finally decided on some red shorts and a white jumper. The outfit was simple and after trying it on I fell in love, curling the ends of my hair and adding some light makeup to finish the look.

"Cute shorts." Louis smiled, slipping his converse on. I grabbed my toms and purse and followed him into the hallway.

"Those pancakes were amazing!" Louis laughed plopping under an oak tree. The park was beautiful, the nature being showcased wonderfully. I laughed and sat down next to him, leaning my head against the scratchy surface.

"They were! The waitress heard you say it about a hundred times!" I giggled. He wouldn't stop talking at breakfast but it wasn't annoying, it was rather refreshing to see him not angry or frustrated towards me.

"It's such a nice day." Louis closed his eyes and inhaled deeply leaning back on his elbows.

I leant back as well, inhaling the scent of grass and flowers. "It is."

"I remember when we used I go to the park when we were younger. Your parents would take me and Ross and it was always fun." He chuckled to himself. "You were so annoying back then, trying to hangout with us."

I giggled. "Yeah, you were so rude to me. Even when my parents got divorced."

"Marriage is overrated anyway." He scoffed. I opened my eyes and stared at him. His eyes were on me, his face changing to displeased. What happened to him being relaxed?

"What do you mean?"

"I don't like the concept of it. Your chained down to someone for the rest of your life. No one can manage to actually be happy like that." He sighed. "I'd never want that for myself."

I felt my cheeks redden in aggravation. Something about Louis' words really bugged me. "It doesn't feel like that when your in love." I objected crossing my arms.

"Either way it's dumb."

"So I'm guessing you'd never want children?"

He shook his head. "I don't mind children. They'd be nice to have."

I rolled my eyes. "You can't be serious? You want children yet you don't want marriage? Where's the logic in that?"

Louis narrowed his eyes. "It's just my judgment."

"Your judgment is dumb."

"My judgment is dumb?" He scoffed standing up. "Do you really want to go there?"

I stood up slowly, brushing off my red shorts. "Don't keep that against me."

"Wouldn't be able to if you were a little less dramatic." He protested crossing his arms. And here we go. Angry Louis is back. I knew he wasn't going to be gone long.

"You know what, enjoy your time at the park." I said grabbing my things. "You might as well get used to the feeling of being alone."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Louis yelled. I sighed and rubbed my eyes.

"Just as it sounds."

"Really? You act as if I'm going to be alone. Your the person that will be alone! You said it yourself! Everyone close to you gets hurt! YOU are the one who will be alone, not me!" His words dug harder at me than I could manage and I turned around, coming face to face with his blazing eyes.

"Fuck you Louis Tomlinson!" I shouted, my voice straining. I turned to walk away but was yanked back and shoved into the tree, my arms restrained above my head.

"Don't walk away from me." Louis warned. I squirmed in his grasp.

"Don't be a fucking prick and I wouldn't have to." I barked back still struggling. He smirked and leaned his forehead against mine. My movements came to a halt.

"Yet you keep coming around me."

"I don't have much of a choice." I squeaked as his nose rubbed mine.

"It's because you enjoy my bickering towards you. It's because you have feelings towards me."

I shook my head, unable to speak.

He chuckled and brushed his lips against mine. "That's a shame because I really want to kiss you."

I gasped as he let go of me and pulled his tempting lips away. "Louis." I whimpered. He grinned and sat back down, leaving me desperate and frustrated.

"What is it love?"

I sat back down and crawled over to him. "Please." I begged swinging my leg over his torso and sitting down on his lap. Louis' cheeks flushed as I felt him grow under me at my movements on his crotch.

"Please what?" He gasped. I smiled and grabbed a fistful of his shirt, bringing his face to mine.

"Make me yours." I whispered, bringing my lips close to his. He groaned as I shifted on his lap and crashed his lips on mine, his tongue exploring my mouth, and hands tangling into my hair. I didn't know what was wrong with me, I was just screaming at him, now my lust is taking over my thoughts, making my mind a haze of confusion. Louis grabbed my ass and I flinched, pulling his hair harder. He groaned and grabbed me in his arms, carrying me down the small hill. Before I knew it we were in his car, my body on top of his in the back seat.

"God Saige." He said breathlessly. "I'm so sorry for what I said."

I smiled and planted a small kiss upon his lips. "Me too."

"Can it always be like this?" Louis whispered, playing with the hem of my jumper. "You know, me and you fighting like the stubborn people we are and then make out in the back of my car."

Somewhere during Louis' words that made my heart ache, my brain came back and I realized where I was. I quickly pushed off Louis, adjusting my clothes and hair.

"What's wrong?" He asked, fixing himself into a sitting position. His hair was a mess and I don't even want to imagine what mine looks like.

I shook my head. "It's not right. I can't just pull myself into it. Not after last time."

"It is right. It feels right does it not?" Louis grabbed my hand and kissed the knuckles softly.

"You'll break me." I whispered, afraid of my own words.

"No." He said. "I'll fix you."

I wanted to believe him. Believe that he could only do me good, and finally pull me away from all the grief that is trying to swallow me. But I just couldn't.

"Please," he begged. "you don't understand how much you mean to me. I know it doesn't seem like it, but I really enjoy being around you."


"No Saige. You must believe me. I know I'm a ass and an arrogant son of a bitch but I really like you. I won't hurt you."

"Let me fix you." He finished. I looked up at his desperate eyes.

"God damn it Louis." I sighed pulling his hair to bring him to face me. "Do you promise not to break me further?"

Louis nodded. "I promise."

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