Evelyn Higgin's pov. 

 The next day I still haven't texted Louis. He could be working again or something. I don't want to bother him. 

  "Hey Eve," my dad startled me as I lay in my bed staring at the ceiling.

   "Yeah?" I propped myself up on two elbows. 

  "I'm going to a concert for the boys." I looked down at his security suit. 

  "Can I go?" I sat up eagerly and he sighed. I've been dying to see them again and save myself from last night when I completely looked like a fool, crying over a boy. 

  "I don't know about that Evelyn.." he started but I cut him off.

  "Please, please, please, please?" I clasped my hands together. 

  He rolled his eyes. "Get ready we're leaving in ten minutes." I gasped and ran to give him a hug squeezing him as tight as I could muster from my tiny self. 

  I picked out a blue romper with some black pumps and after touching up my make up hair I was ready to go with two minutes to spare. 

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  I stood backstage with my hands over my ears as the boys finished their last song. Dad was running security checks and left me all alone in a place I don't even know. The screams increased as the song ended if that was even possible and the boys ran in my direction. 

  Louis smiled cheekily at me and I blushed like wildfire once again. He took my hands from my ears and I cringed at the sound. Even when the boys were off stage the crazed fans were loud with anticipation that they might see them one more time. 

  "Amazing, isn't it?" he grinned and looked towards the crows then back at me. I smirked at how adorable his passion was for music. 

  "Loud," I made a face and confirmed with a nod. He laughed. 

  "Listen I was wondering if-" Louis started.

  "Boys! Louis! Shower, now!" My dad shouted giving me a glare. I glared right back at him and my heart rate sped up. Was he just about to ask me out on a date? No, he couldn't have. Oliver told me no one would want to date me besides him so should just stick with him and his drunken abuse. 

  Louis groaned and sent me a wink before walking away. He looked confused as I stared after him with a expressionless, blank face. Soon, he disappeared and I let the small tears pour out before running into the nearest ladies room. 

  After ten minutes of thinking about Oliver and his hurtful words I heard a knocking on the door. 

  "Someone's in here," I said weakly my voice wavering. 

  "Evelyn it's me, let me in." Louis' voice echoed throughout the one toilet space. 

  "No." I said stubbornly but the door opened anyways. "I said no." I crossed my arms and pouted once he sat down on the floor next to me. He was wearing a muscle tank that definetely showed his biceps and some sweats that hung low on his waist. It was very attractive, not going to lie. 

  "I say yes." he insisted. "Why are you crying?" 

  "Why are you in the ladies room?" I smirked trying to change the subject. 

  "Stop trying to distract me," he smiled bumping his shoulder with mine and relaxing against the wall as much as he could. "Now, tell me why when I left you started crying." 

  My mouth dropped open out of shock. "How'd you know that?" I slapped him on the arm and he didn't even wince. 

  "You're not very good at hiding the 'I'm on the verge of tears' look from people. Or me to be specific." he shrugged and I sighed.

  "I don't want to talk about it." I played with the ends of my hair but he grabbed my hand. I had so much butterflies I thought I was going to throw up right there in the toilet. 

  "Come on Evelyn, I won't tell anyone. You know you can tell me.." he suggested and waited for me to start talking about Oliver which I'm pretty sure he know that was who it was about just not Oliver's name. 

  His thumb ran over the top of my hand, comforting me a tad bit. Just a tad though, I wasn't fixed completely. "Well..I dated this guy, named Oliver." he nodded. "He was just so..abusive. Physically and verbally." I paused. "I was just very good at hiding the marks with makeup so my father didn't see." Louis clenched his other fist until his knuckles were white.

  "Where does he live." he demanded rather than questioned. 

  "I don't know back in London or Ireland somewhere." I shrugged getting frightened by Louis' reaction to this. 

  "I'll beat his arse." 

  "Louis please stop." I begged, he was squeezing my hand to a point where I couldn't feel it anymore. 

Louis Tomlinson's pov. 

  "Louis please stop." she whimpered and looked at me with fear in her eyes. I dropped her hand immediately realizing I was scaring her to no end. She rubbed and massaged it with pain on her face. A tear rolled down her cheek. 

  "Oh my gosh, Evelyn I'm so sorry. I just-just don't know how someone can hurt someone as beautiful as you.." I could hear her hold her breath and my heart was pounding so loud waiting for her answer.

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btw they have to fall in love before her psychotic mum gets involved soooo yeah. It will happen in the next few chapter probably. thanks for reading you few readers :)

-belle xx