Our Story
My new family.... I hope!
We drove in complete utter comfortable silence. The radio was put on at a reasonable volume. I work up to ask Lou my question.
"Hey, Lou?" I say.
He glances at me for a about 3 seconds and looks back to the rode. How does someone put on that much of a good poker-face?!
"Hm, yeah? What's up?" he asks.
I clear my mouth to say,"Um.... Are you a hundred percent sure, that I could stay with you guys? I mean, I could find a place. You don't have to let me stay. I can't even figure out how I can pay you—"
He cuts me off saying,"Stop it Jo. You are going to stay with me, and the lads! If that arse tries to find you, he would assume that you were insecure to stay with us. He would assume that you would try to live by yourself. He would find you and we're back to square one, except that he would be ready for any attacks. AND if you stay with us, there is guaranteed protection! And, we could have sleepovers every, single, day!! How cool would that be?!" His voice turned so high pitched, like a 13 year old girl.
I start to chuckle. "Sorry. I needed to put some humor or else it just wouldn't be me!" he says.
"Got that right! And Lou....." I say sincerely, as I look at him. "I really do mean it when I say thank you. And DON'T cut me off. Let me finish. You don't know how long I put up with these types of creeps. Well, I guess you wold know, since I told you everything. But still. First, when I was fourteen, there was Leo. He wouldn't hit me that bad, but, lets just say I still have a handful of scars and bruises. Then we moved here when I was sixteen. And Stan came after 2-3 months. So totally I had 2-3 months of peace, and time to heal, mentally and physically.
"So, thanks to you, I can have more time to heal. And, please, don't tell anyone what you saw. I don't want anyone's pity or their distaste. At least, not at first. If anyone asks, could you tell them that you saw him punching me in the stomach?" I ask as quietly as possible.
I don't want him to think that I am selfish or anything.......
Louis's POV
I look at her. She has the most hopeful look in her eyes. And of course, she has that sadness that was always there. Right then, I silently swore to myself that I will get rid of that darkness. No matter what, no matter how long.
"Of course! And just so you know, they won't judge you by that." I say.
I keep my eyes on the rode. I was surprised when she leaned her head on my shoulder. I didn't say anything because......
1) I didn't want her to get up
2) She had a horribly horrifying long miserable day
3) She was my anchor, the only thing keeping me from turning back to go kill that douche bag.
"You know," she said halfway asleep. "I will think of it as a sleepover where I never go home. If I think of the real reason, I feel extremely guilty, scared and more guilt. Thank you Lou. For saving me and for the sleepover idea. You're really my best friend, and the guy version of me... I think. ;)"
I chuckled at the last part. I'm not the guy version of you. Cause you're so unique and extraordinary that no one could be as perfect as you.
WAIT, WAIT, WAIT!!!!!! Did I just say perfect?! I never use perfect, for anything. To me, "Perfect is a word that cannot be used to describe anything." I glanced at Jo.
She really is truly perfect. She is an innocent angel who fell to earth. And I hope she never finds the way back, because then she'd have to leave me.
You got that right, mate, said a voice in my head. Like a real voice. Not my mind. I looked left and right if anyone was there. There was no one except Jo and I.
I ignored the voice and focused on getting home safely. But that was the same voice which told me that Jo was in trouble. Creepy.........
-()-()-()-()-()-Arriving at Home-()-()-()-()-()-
By the time we got home, Jo was in a deep sleep on my chest. It was almost a shame to wake her up. She looked so peaceful at last. I gently poked her face, thinking she would wake up. She just scrunched her nose, and snuggled deeper into my shirt.
Awwwwww!!!!!! I thought.
"Jo, get up! We're here!" I whisper-yelled in her ear.
"5 more minutes Lou!!!!" she mumbles, gripping onto my shirt tighter.
I thought of something. "Amber is trying to make out with me!" I say loudly. "WHERE IS THAT B*TCH HIDING?!?!?!?!?" she said, sitting upright with a clenched fist and wide-eyes. My plan worked!
I chuckled. "She's hiding at home. Probably sleeping. Anyways, we're here! Leggo!!!" I say getting out to open her door. By the time I got to her side, she was out, door closed, and heading to the trunk. "Damn! You fast girl!" I say, genuinely surprised by her speed.
I open the trunk. She grabs her suitcase and book bag. She already had her backpack on. "Got everything!" she says. I go to grab her suitcase, when she says,"Louis, cut the crap and c'mon!"
"Geez! This is the respect a guy gets when he offers to hold a friends stuff!?" I say sarcastically. "No. It's the respect for trying to over-help me!" she says.
I sigh. I lock the car [is that how you say it] and head to open the door for her, at least.
I open the door, with Jo right behind me. I open it to see the lads and the girls right behind it. "HELLO!!!!!!!" they all yell in unison.
I'm shocked and stuck in the doorway. However Jo isn't. "HEEEE-EEEY!!!!! WHY ARE WE SHOUTING?" she says with a smile. "SO WE CAN MAKE LOUIS DEAF!!" shouted Harry. "Well it worked haz. You made me deaf, at 17!" said Lou.
We all started cracking up.
Eleanor's POV
"Hello! I'm Ramone , Eleanor Ramone." I say like James Bond.
"Reynolds, Arabelle Joelle Reynolds! Kinda a mouthful so make up any nicknames you want. As long as they are not guy names or rated anything above pg-13." said Arabelle.
"But! No one calls her Jo. IT'S MY SPECIAL NICKNAME FOR HER!!!!!!" screams Lou. "I give up! He won't stop calling me Jo! I sound like a 43 year old perverted man who chops meat for a living!" says Arabelle.
"Fine! You both quit arguing. We'll call you Ara and not Jo, okay?!" said a very fed up Harry. "Okay...." they say quietly.
After everyone came inside and we put Ara's stuff in the corner, we started talking, getting to know her. We didn't ask her questions about her step-dad or anything that led to that. "So, have you had a boyfriend before?" asked Zayn.
"I —uh, yeah kinda. A few years ago."she said hesitantly. "Who was he?" asked Niall. We girls (me dani and perrie) tell its a touchy subject. I shoot an evil eye at Niall. But the Irish man does not see it. Everyone is staring at Ara.
I think Niall realized that it was touchy subject since she is silent. "He—Uh, um he isn't, uh, he, uh......." she looked down.
"Why did the mushroom go to the party?!" Louis shouted at the top of his lungs. Insert awkward pause. I thought to myself. "If you don't know then check the Internet, because I don't wanna say it twice!" he screamed. Everyone laughed. I saw Ara give Lou a look that said thanks, I owe you.
I sighed and giggled. Awwwww! They're falling for each other.
"Hey, Lou?" I say.
He glances at me for a about 3 seconds and looks back to the rode. How does someone put on that much of a good poker-face?!
"Hm, yeah? What's up?" he asks.
I clear my mouth to say,"Um.... Are you a hundred percent sure, that I could stay with you guys? I mean, I could find a place. You don't have to let me stay. I can't even figure out how I can pay you—"
He cuts me off saying,"Stop it Jo. You are going to stay with me, and the lads! If that arse tries to find you, he would assume that you were insecure to stay with us. He would assume that you would try to live by yourself. He would find you and we're back to square one, except that he would be ready for any attacks. AND if you stay with us, there is guaranteed protection! And, we could have sleepovers every, single, day!! How cool would that be?!" His voice turned so high pitched, like a 13 year old girl.
I start to chuckle. "Sorry. I needed to put some humor or else it just wouldn't be me!" he says.
"Got that right! And Lou....." I say sincerely, as I look at him. "I really do mean it when I say thank you. And DON'T cut me off. Let me finish. You don't know how long I put up with these types of creeps. Well, I guess you wold know, since I told you everything. But still. First, when I was fourteen, there was Leo. He wouldn't hit me that bad, but, lets just say I still have a handful of scars and bruises. Then we moved here when I was sixteen. And Stan came after 2-3 months. So totally I had 2-3 months of peace, and time to heal, mentally and physically.
"So, thanks to you, I can have more time to heal. And, please, don't tell anyone what you saw. I don't want anyone's pity or their distaste. At least, not at first. If anyone asks, could you tell them that you saw him punching me in the stomach?" I ask as quietly as possible.
I don't want him to think that I am selfish or anything.......
Louis's POV
I look at her. She has the most hopeful look in her eyes. And of course, she has that sadness that was always there. Right then, I silently swore to myself that I will get rid of that darkness. No matter what, no matter how long.
"Of course! And just so you know, they won't judge you by that." I say.
I keep my eyes on the rode. I was surprised when she leaned her head on my shoulder. I didn't say anything because......
1) I didn't want her to get up
2) She had a horribly horrifying long miserable day
3) She was my anchor, the only thing keeping me from turning back to go kill that douche bag.
"You know," she said halfway asleep. "I will think of it as a sleepover where I never go home. If I think of the real reason, I feel extremely guilty, scared and more guilt. Thank you Lou. For saving me and for the sleepover idea. You're really my best friend, and the guy version of me... I think. ;)"
I chuckled at the last part. I'm not the guy version of you. Cause you're so unique and extraordinary that no one could be as perfect as you.
WAIT, WAIT, WAIT!!!!!! Did I just say perfect?! I never use perfect, for anything. To me, "Perfect is a word that cannot be used to describe anything." I glanced at Jo.
She really is truly perfect. She is an innocent angel who fell to earth. And I hope she never finds the way back, because then she'd have to leave me.
You got that right, mate, said a voice in my head. Like a real voice. Not my mind. I looked left and right if anyone was there. There was no one except Jo and I.
I ignored the voice and focused on getting home safely. But that was the same voice which told me that Jo was in trouble. Creepy.........
-()-()-()-()-()-Arriving at Home-()-()-()-()-()-
By the time we got home, Jo was in a deep sleep on my chest. It was almost a shame to wake her up. She looked so peaceful at last. I gently poked her face, thinking she would wake up. She just scrunched her nose, and snuggled deeper into my shirt.
Awwwwww!!!!!! I thought.
"Jo, get up! We're here!" I whisper-yelled in her ear.
"5 more minutes Lou!!!!" she mumbles, gripping onto my shirt tighter.
I thought of something. "Amber is trying to make out with me!" I say loudly. "WHERE IS THAT B*TCH HIDING?!?!?!?!?" she said, sitting upright with a clenched fist and wide-eyes. My plan worked!
I chuckled. "She's hiding at home. Probably sleeping. Anyways, we're here! Leggo!!!" I say getting out to open her door. By the time I got to her side, she was out, door closed, and heading to the trunk. "Damn! You fast girl!" I say, genuinely surprised by her speed.
I open the trunk. She grabs her suitcase and book bag. She already had her backpack on. "Got everything!" she says. I go to grab her suitcase, when she says,"Louis, cut the crap and c'mon!"
"Geez! This is the respect a guy gets when he offers to hold a friends stuff!?" I say sarcastically. "No. It's the respect for trying to over-help me!" she says.
I sigh. I lock the car [is that how you say it] and head to open the door for her, at least.
I open the door, with Jo right behind me. I open it to see the lads and the girls right behind it. "HELLO!!!!!!!" they all yell in unison.
I'm shocked and stuck in the doorway. However Jo isn't. "HEEEE-EEEY!!!!! WHY ARE WE SHOUTING?" she says with a smile. "SO WE CAN MAKE LOUIS DEAF!!" shouted Harry. "Well it worked haz. You made me deaf, at 17!" said Lou.
We all started cracking up.
Eleanor's POV
"Hello! I'm Ramone , Eleanor Ramone." I say like James Bond.
"Reynolds, Arabelle Joelle Reynolds! Kinda a mouthful so make up any nicknames you want. As long as they are not guy names or rated anything above pg-13." said Arabelle.
"But! No one calls her Jo. IT'S MY SPECIAL NICKNAME FOR HER!!!!!!" screams Lou. "I give up! He won't stop calling me Jo! I sound like a 43 year old perverted man who chops meat for a living!" says Arabelle.
"Fine! You both quit arguing. We'll call you Ara and not Jo, okay?!" said a very fed up Harry. "Okay...." they say quietly.
After everyone came inside and we put Ara's stuff in the corner, we started talking, getting to know her. We didn't ask her questions about her step-dad or anything that led to that. "So, have you had a boyfriend before?" asked Zayn.
"I —uh, yeah kinda. A few years ago."she said hesitantly. "Who was he?" asked Niall. We girls (me dani and perrie) tell its a touchy subject. I shoot an evil eye at Niall. But the Irish man does not see it. Everyone is staring at Ara.
I think Niall realized that it was touchy subject since she is silent. "He—Uh, um he isn't, uh, he, uh......." she looked down.
"Why did the mushroom go to the party?!" Louis shouted at the top of his lungs. Insert awkward pause. I thought to myself. "If you don't know then check the Internet, because I don't wanna say it twice!" he screamed. Everyone laughed. I saw Ara give Lou a look that said thanks, I owe you.
I sighed and giggled. Awwwww! They're falling for each other.
Notes
Hey y'all chapter eight goin strong. Please rate comment and subscribe! It would mean a lot!!-yoyo
10/14/13