Bolt {Louis Tomlinson AU}

twenty-one

"Why isn't your cast on?"

"Because I hate how much it restricts me."

"But you need to-"

"Shut up, Louis!" She yelled playfully, before reaching up putting a hand on my neck and pulling me down to her level and kissing me. I smiled, before she pulled away and rested her head back on my lap. "What are you doing to me, Louis Tomlinson?" She asked.

"I could ask you the same thing, Athena Bolton."

She sat up and pulled her hair out of the bun on top of her head, allowing her brunette hair to drape her shoulders, combing her fingers through her hair. "Stop being beautiful, dammit."

"I'm sorry, I can't help it." She laughed, standing up from the couch and walking towards the restroom. I stood up and ran towards her wrapping my arms around her waist and pulling her towards me, her back against my chest. "What are you doing?!" She laughed, as I turned her around and threw her over my shoulder, carrying her to the bedroom and setting her down onto her bed.

I kissed her slowly, her hands on my sides, as I cup her face in my hands. She slips her hands under my shirt and runs her nails up and down my chest slowly, trying not to hurt her wrist anymore than it is. I let go of her face and pull my shirt off, throwing it to the side. I helped her pull hers off, as she crawled back towards the headboard. I followed her and pecked her lips, then her cheek, her jaw, then her neck. She dropped her head backwards to give me more access, as I nipped at the skin of her neck. She placed her hands on my shoulders and dug her nails into them, her eyes closing slowly.

I pulled away from her neck and kissed the now red area softly, before looking at her directly. I moved my hands to her pajama pants and pulled them down slowly, everything beginning to escalate. Before I knew it, the room got insanely stuffy and I forgot about everything. I didn't care that there was probably Chinese takeaway at the front door. The future wasn't important and neither was Niall and Team Z. All that mattered was her.

And I believe I was starting to fall, slowly but surely.

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When I woke up the next morning, I opened my eyes to find that Athena wasn't there, which was quite weird considering that she usually slept longer than I did. I yawned, siting up in the bed and looking around the room, not noticing anything missing, or out of place.

That didn't come until I actually stood up and got a better look at the room.

Glass was scattered across the floor, a mixture of different sized shards covering my t-shirt. I picked it up carefully, shaking out all I could without hurting myself. Just as I slipped it on, I noticed that the bedroom door had a hole in it. I walked over to the door and traced the outline of the hole in confusion, before stealthy walking out of the bedroom and into the bathroom, where I noticed a pair of scissors on the sink with blood on the end of it.

Oh shit.

"Athena!" I yelled, backing out of the bathroom and walking into the living room, noticing an even bigger pile of glass and evidence of struggle. The couch was flipped and the table was crushed. I looked at the rug by the door, noticing her shoes were still there, which made my heart sink. "Shit." I said repeatedly, as I ran into the kitchen in search of more evidence.

Just as I reached the living room once more, I heard my phone go off. I hurdled over the couch and grabbed the grey iPhone, and answering the FaceTime call. "Hello? Athena?" I asked.

But it wasn't her.

"Who would've thought that it would've been so easy to sneak someone past you. I thought you were more observant." The familiar Irish accent said, making me clench my free hand together tight.

"Where is she?!" I snapped, causing him to laugh loudly on the other end. I walked towards the wall and stood here my fist against it to support me from falling.

"Why should you care? You're supposed to kill her. I'd be doing you a favor."

"If you touch her, I swear I-"

"You are you going to do to me, huh? Kill me?" He laughed, as I slammed my fist against the wall. "You and I both know I'm stronger, mate." He added, making me slam my fist again. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I have some dirty work to take care of."

"I will find you. And when I do, I'll f***ing end you. Don't you dare touch her." I seethed. Niall laughed on the other end, before the sound of feminine screaming overpowered his laugh, making my heart sink into my stomach.

"Good luck, Mr. Tomlinson. You have three hours."

Then the line went dead.

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AND WE'VE REACHED ACTION. NO MORE FLUFF. JUST FIGHTING AND YELLING.

The fun is just getting started, people. This is gonna be good.

What do you think is going to happen next? Let me know!

I have muddy buddy Chex Mix and school at 7:25 (currently 6:48)

I love you all!

Logan, xxx