A/N: Please read the Authors note at the end BUT ALSO CHECK OUT MY LARRY AU FANFIC CALLED CAST AWAY!

Mia's P.O.V

I opened my eyes to a dark room. I stood up and looked at the vacant couch that Louis and I sat in a few hours ago.

"Louis?" I call, looking down the hallway. "Helloooooo?"

I peak around the corner to the kitchen, which was sadly empty.

I looked around in confusion.

I hear a muffled laugh in the distance, towards Louis' room.

I curiously walked towards his room and look in.

"Louis..." I choke, looking at him lying with a blonde haired girl in his bed.

"Mia?" Louis looks up.

"Who's that?" The girl asked. Sitting up covering her chest with the covers.

"Just some fucked up girl. Nothing to worry about babe," He tells her.

"I- I.." I cry, running out of the room.

I grasped the handle to the hotel room and jerk it open, running down to the elevator.

I sobbed through the lobby and out into to streets where tons of fans stood.

"Mia! Mia!" Some of them call.

I slowly look around and look at them.

"Tell Louis I'm sorry." I choke out, looking towards the road.

I run into the middle of the street, watching the bright headlights rushing towards me.

I close my eyes and wait for impact.

3...2...-

"AHHHHHHHHHH" I scream, jumping up from the couch I was sleeping on.

"Mia! Mia!" Louis panics, grasping my waist and pulling me into a tight embrace.

"I-I... Louis. I" I cry out, hugging him tighter. "Don't go. Don't go..." I whisper.

I feel him stroke my hair lightly. "Mia I'm not going anywhere."

I slowly nod my head and grasp his shirt tighter, holding the fabric in my hand. "I thought I lost you." I sob, my tears soaking into the fabric of his sleeve.

"Mia look at me," He pleads.

I slowly look at him, the tears still streaming down my face.

"What's wrong Mia..." He whispers, stroking my hair.

"I-I you were with another girl and you left me," I sob, wiping my tears occasionally. "And I just let myself slip away."

"Mia..." Louis frowns. "Mia, Mia, Mia. I would NEVER do that."

I watch as he slowly tilts my face towards his and bends down for a kiss.

Behind it was much love and passion. I back away once for air but quickly rush back to his lips, begging for more. Everything about the moment was perfect.

Louis placed his hand tightly on my hips, holding me in place.

I allow my hands to roam his hair freely, occasionally getting caught on a few strands.

"You are amazing," I mumbled, trying to regain my breath.

"Not as much as you," He chuckles, looking at me playfully.

"Have we really turned into this kind of couple?" I asked.

"Probably," He laughed, kissing my nose.

"I wish we could stay like this forever..." I whisper.

"Me too." He sighs, grabbing my hand.

I smile, and lean my head onto his shoulder.

"I promise, you will be with me."

I nod, "I believe you."

••••••••••••••••

"Just this once right?" I ask, holding the dress up to my skinny body.

I twirled a small piece of the fabric around my fingers.

They dress was short and flowy. The colors consisted of a light peach and a black lace trim at the bottom.

"I don't like parties," I grumble.

"But you'll love this one," He smiles.

"No I won't." I argue.

"Maybe." He shrugs. "I'll meet you in the lobby," He says, leaving me alone to get ready.

***

I walk into the lobby and see Louis standing there.

"Ready?" He asks.

I nod in response.

I look next to me to find Rose and Taylor near me.

"Hi," I say to them both.

"It's about time you realized I was here," Rose mutters, giving me a hateful, yet funny look.

"Hey I didn't know!" I chuckle. "Oh and Rose! This is Taylor!" I say pointing over at her.

"Hi! Nice to meet you!" Taylor smiles, looking over at Rose.

"So you're with Harry now?" Rose asks.

"Yeah..." She blushes deeply.

"Haha. Nothing to be embarrassed of!" Rose and I say in sync.

"Yeah I know...." She laughs to herself.

"They all look so happy together." I smile, looking at the 5 boys joking around and having fun together.

"They're brothers." Rose adds in.

We all nod and smile.

We all head outside, and the screaming begins.

"Rose! Rose! Do you really think you could be Niall's princess!" A girl laughs.

"Taylor! I'm gonna be laughing so hard when Harry dumps you!" Another girl screamed.

"Mia! Why are you so fat! And what are those scars for? I'm surprised Louis hasn't dumped you yet!" A couple of girls screamed, bringing tears to my eyes.

"Can you all shut the fuck up?!" Louis snaps, bringing me closer to him.

"She's a fucking beard!" Some of them shout, making me even more upset.

I silently thank God when we reach the inside of the van, sitting down in the back, Louis by my side.

"Are you okay?" He asks, placing my hand in his.

I slowly nod in response. But it was a lie. I wasn't okay. Nothing about this was okay. Louis needed someone better than me. Someone who wasn't self conscious. Who wasn't a self harmer. Someone who was truly happy. And I'm not that kind of girl.

"Stop." Louis whispers, only loud enough for me to hear.

I give him a confused look, "What?"

"Stop thinking bad about yourself." He says, as if he could read my mind.

"But-" I begin to protest.

"Stop Mia. I won't let you bring yourself down like that okay? I just won't."

I sigh and rest my head against the window, praying for this night to end already.

•••••••••••••

"Want a drink?" Louis yells over the blaring music.

I shook my head in response, I wasn't the one to get terribly drunk.

"Okay!" He says, walking over to the bar to grab himself one.

I sit in a booth, avoiding the dance floor at all costs.

"Hey stranger!" A familer voice says behind me.

I turn around to see Nicole standing there, a green drink in hand.

I watch as she sits down, taking a sip of her drink when she does.

"Having fun?" She laughs.

"Yep." I say, giving a sarcastic smile.

"Looks like it!" She laughs even harder, spilling her drink in the process. "Well Kevin's waiting for me. Hit me up sometime!"

I wave goodbye, being alone once again.

I sit there for what seemed like hours, so I decide to stand up to go find Louis.

I look over and see him chatting with Liam peacefully.

"Hi!" I greet, looking over at both boys.

"Hello there," Liam smiles politely.

"Hey babe." Louis slurs, pulling me close. "Wanna dance?"

I was hesitant at first, but I allowed him.

We walk over, just swaying to the music until Louis gets touchy.

His hands grazed my back, stoping at the hem of my dress. He slid his hand higher and higher up my thigh, making me nervous.

"L-louis," I breathe shakily.

"It's okay," He whispered, letting his hand travel further.

"Stop." I demand, stepping away from him.

He tightly grips my wrist, pulling me to his chest. Never loosing his grip.

"Louis you're hurting me," I cry, my wrist throbbing in pain.

"Just let me touch you," He groans, playing with the straps of my dress.

"Louis, please." I cry, tears streaming down.

"Let her go!" Liam cuts in, pushing Louis away.

"Get off mate!" Louis yells, grabbing me again, making my sobs worse.

"You don't fucking walk away from me! You fucking piece of worthless shit," He snaps, pulling my hair into his hands, making me yelp in pain.

"Get the fuck away Louis!" Liam screams, pulling me away, quickly bringing me outside.

I sit there and sob, hugging Liam.

"He-he, he called my worthless," I cry, the tears blurring my eye sight.

"Let me take you home." Liam says, helping me into the van.

I nod and hop in, sitting against the soft cushion of the seat.

"It's gonna be okay," He tells me.

"He was the only person I had left, and he ruined it." I sob, wiping some of the tears.

"You're gonna sleep in my room tonight, I'll sleep on the couch." Liam smiles.

All I wanted was for this night to end.

A/N: OMGEE. So Louis was being such a perv and a freaking jerk! :O

But on a happy note... I saw the boys in concert! AHHH! They were sooo perfect! Louis talked so much and so did Niall! It was perfect! And if you didn't know it was the Detroit show, and they were just jsnskssksksksnssksbsksbsjsbsosbsksbsksozndosnsk. Yeah. Thats a good way to sum it up haha.

And yes. It was the show were Liam got hate signs. Those little ghetto girls, breaking my baby's heart.