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#76 - Someone Breaks Into Your House When He's Not There But You Are (Louis)

Someone Breaks Into Your House When He's Not There But You Are (Louis)

While Louis was working, you had decided to go out and pick up some much needed groceries from the store. It only took you about an hour so when you got home, you weren't surprised that Louis wasn't home yet. A certain car caught your eye though because it was parked in front of your home. Although it hadn't really happened before, you just assumed it was one of the neighbors.
You walked into your house, surprised that the front door was open. You could have sworn you had locked it when you left. The minute you stepped into the warmth of your home, you froze. Many of your belongings were scattered on the floor. Your DVD's were no longer on the shelf, they were in a heap on the carpet. You didn't want to stay in your house much longer, fearing the intruder might still be there. So, not waiting another moment, you spun on your heal, heading towards the door. You were almost at the door when a large man came out with a smug grin on his face.

"I thought I heard someone," he said, smiling smugly.
You froze in your footsteps, eyes wide and heart pounding. You couldn't speak. Complete terror overtook your body. You wanted to run but your feet wouldn't move. The tall man took a step towards you. He could easily take you, even if you put up a fight.

"Now listen here. You will cooperate with me, and then maybe we won't have an issue." Maybe. That was all you heard. 'Maybe we won't have a problem.'

"Please... just take what you want. I won't tell anyone, please," you begged. The man just shook his head.

"I think I know what I want." All the color drained from your face, knowing immediately what he meant.

"No... no please..." But your pleading did nothing for the man. He charged towards you, giving you no time to react. He grabbed you by the waist pulling you into him. You fought against him the best you could and at one point you even got him to loosen his grip, allowing you to get free. You ran for the back door, but he was quick to recover. Grabbing your arm, he yanked you onto the ground.
You cried out when your head made contact with the corner of the coffee table. Feeling a little dizzy. If only Louis was home. Louis. The man picked you up by both arms, only to drop you back on the floor when a car door slammed. His eyes widened and the intruder scampered out the back door, leaving you sore and dizzy on the ground. The living room was not visible to the front door, so Louis didn't see you or the mess when he walked in.

"(Y/N)? Where are you?" Louis yelled through the house sounding angry.

"I know he's here, I saw his fucking car!" He thought you were cheating?

"I swear to g-" He stopped mid-sentence when he walked in the room, seeing you struggle to sit up.

"(Y/N)?" He was frozen. Just like you had been when you first entered the room earlier.

"Oh my god." You were able to sit yourself up against the couch and now had your face buried in your hands.
He came over to you, slowly of course, still being a little shocked. You had a bruise forming on your head and some smaller ones on your arms from the man, but that was all, luckily.

"He was here when I got home... I-I tried to get away... I couldn't," you stuttered as Louis' arms found their way around you. He pulled you into him.

"Please tell me he didn't hurt you..." Louis whispered, the worry evident in his voice.
You shook your head 'no', making him sigh in relief. His grip got tighter on you.

"That's all that matters to me."

"Louis you can't leave me alone!" you whimpered into his t-shirt.

"Oh baby, of course I won't! No no, how about you go up and change while I clean up. I'll stay with you as long as you need." You sniffled and nodded, getting up but stumbling a little bit. It was a hard blow to your head.

"Oops, be careful hun. Here let me help." He picked you up bridal style and carried you to your shared bedroom, helping you change before getting an ice pack.
Later that night as the both of you lied in bed, he pressed a soft kiss to your bruise. You held onto him tight, the fear still with you. It would take a little while to get over it.