Wrong Number - L.T 1D

Chapter Forty Seven

I wake up to sun streaming through the windows, bouncing off the white walls. I groan as the light penetrates my eyes, blinding me, even though I have my eyes closed. I groan and roll over, shocked when I find the bed empty. The last thing I remember from last night is Louis telling me he would keep me safe.

I roll out of the warm bed, missing the comfort it gave me as my bare feet hit the cold wooden floor boards. I look around Louis' room, my eyes widening in shock when I see the picture I sent him months ago, framed and sitting on his bed side table. I shake my head in denial as I walk out of the room.

As I pad down the hall, I put my long blonde hair in a loose ponytail, trying to tame my messy hair. I walk into the kitchen and see Louis standing with his back to me, cooking something on the stove. I take a seat at the island, resting my head on my arms.

I stay quiet for a while, watching as the muscles on his bare back move with his actions. No! Mimi, you can't be thinking anything like that. I mean even if I wasn't mad at him and truly cared about me, we could never be together. We just wouldn't work out. Not when he's in a famous boy band and I'm just a nobody. 

He turns around and jumps about a foot in the air when he sees me, "Jesus Mimi. You scared me. But good morning."

"Yeah sorry," I say quietly as pulls out two plates from under the counter.

"Would you like some?" he asks while showing me a pan with bacon and scrambled eggs.

I nod my head before he starts to put some one both the plates. He places the pan back on the stove before going over to the fridge, "We have apple juice, orange juice, milk? Which one?"

"Umm apple please," I mumble just loud enough for him to hear.

He nods his head before pulling out a plastic bottle of apple juice. He gets out two glasses from a cabinet before filling them up with apple juice. He puts it away and then grabs two knives and forks, handing me a pair. He slides a plate towards me as well as a cup before coming around and sitting next me.

I start to cut up the bacon carefully,scared the knife could hurt me. I think Louis notices because he places a hand on mine, "It's not going to hurt you love. None of us boys would ever dream of hurting you."

"That might be true but I'm still scared Lou,"

"I know you are sweetheart but you need to trust that we aren't like her," he says while taking my hand in his.

I pull away, anger flaring in my body, "No Louis! I can't just trust you! Not after what you've done and not after what she did to me! Do you understand how hard it is for me to be alone? Do you understand how hard it is for me to even hold a knife in my hand? Do you understand how hard it is to trust that not everyone is the same?"

He shakes his head slowly, reaching out to me, "No I don't Mimi. But I can-"

"No Louis! You can't just act like this never happened! She beat me Lou. She slapped me, punched me, hit me, kicked me, she cut me with a knife for crying out loud!" I yell at him, "Do you understand what it feels like to have a mother who hates you and decides to beat you up for it? No, didn't think so."

I jump off the stool before walking down the hall to the room I was in last night. I see my suitcases in the corner of the room so I open the one up that has my clothes in it. I grab out a pair of blue jeans and a pink knitted sweater. I grab a few other things before heading to the door that says 'bathroom'.

I quickly strip before jumping in the shower, letting the warm water loosen the knots in my back. I wash my hair with my wild flower scented shampoo and conditioner. After I finishing using my watermelon body wash, I step out of the shower, grabbing on of the dark grey folded towels and wrapping it around myself.

I dry off, towel drying my hair, before brushing through it and putting it in a messy bun. I quickly get dressed before grabbing all my things and walking back to the room. I put everything away, hanging my towel on the hook on the door.

I walk out of the room and down the hall but stop just before the kitchen when I hear voices, "Lou, I heard her loud and clear. Please don't lie to me."

That must be Harry. Wait what does he mean by 'I heard her loud and clear'? 

"It's nothing. Just drop it Harry," I hear Louis sigh.

"Louis, for goodness sake, stop lying to me! What did she mean when she said that someone hit her, kicked her, slapped her, punched her? I want to know. I deserve to know. She's my friend too!" Harry yells.

"It's not my story to share Harry. If you want to know, go ask her yourself but be prepared for the same answer. No."

A small smile makes its way onto my face as he tells Harry no. I'm not going to lie, I was worried he would tell him. I mean, Harry is his best mate. Louis tells him everything so it's weird that he didn't spill my not  so little secret to him.

"Louis, I don't want to ask her because I know she will end up crying and telling me it's nothing. It's obviously not nothing!"

And then suddenly it hits me, Harry knows. He heard me yelling at Louis. He heard every word I said and now he wants closure. He wants someone to tell it to his face what is actually going on. He wants the truth.

I slide to the floor, tears coming to my eyes at the thought of having to tell someone. I start to sob quietly into my knees, but obviously not quietly enough because I hear footsteps start to come towards me.

"Mimi?" Harry asks quietly.

I continue to cry, not daring to look up at him. I feel his warmth as he crouches down next to me. He places his arm around my shoulders, pulling me closer to him.

"Mimi, I heard what you said to Louis," he mumbles.

I take a deep breath before quietly telling him what happened, "My mother. She beat me. She is the reason I'm here, I had to get away before she hurt me some more."

First chapter for today guys! I'm hoping to do about three chapters today. What do you think?

QOTC: If you had to chose one of these movies to live in, which one would it be; Hunger games or Maze Runner?

I would chose Hunger Games because what is the chance of me getting picked?

ILYSM!

SWAG ON!

~ TJ xoxoxoxo