I stood there and just looked into his eyes. They were so beautiful. I felt a warm feeling in my chest and it spread into my whole body. No! I pushed the thoughts away, I could not feel any feelings like that. I don't deserve to feel happiness. So I just said ''I'm Melissa. Melissa Andersson'' He smiled an adorable smile. ''Melissa…It's a nice name!'' He winked with one of his eyes. I snorted ''No, it's not'' He just laughed. Dear god, he smiled so much so his eyes went more beautiful. How could that even be possible? I turned to focus on the painting on the wall behind him. So I did not got lost in his eyes. ''So, I don't know anybody here. Except the lads of course. So lets play 20 questions!'' He got excited, to get to know a new person. I looked at him like he was crazy. Nobody wants to get to know me. Let me say i'm paranoid and suspicious what people want. I sighed and said ''Fine, you start'' He looked pleased with himself ''How old are you?'' He leaned himself against the wall. ''16 and you?'' Wow, it was really a long time ago I read anything about them because I have forgotten how old he is. His eyes went a little bit bigger. ''I'm 20, turn 21 this christmas!'' I also leaned myself against the wall, but with a sigh. Why couldn't he just leave me alone. I don't wanna talk to him, not see his eyes. Because it only brought up one feeling, happiness. And like I said I don't deserve that feeling. He faked a cough and I turned to look at him. ''Your turn'' He gave me a look who said -go on- ''Umm'' was all I could say. What should I ask him? What shoe size he have? Haha, never. So I asked the first thing that came up in my mind. ''Why did you choose to come and study here? You will not be able to be alone.'' I crossed my arms. ''Well, we wanted to get a break from the music a while. And go and study feels important. It's gonna be difficult but we're gonna make it work!'' I bit my lip, like I always did when I was nervous or bothered. In this case, bothered. ''So, I hear that you're not from here. So where does this pretty lady come from'' I laughed a laugh without happiness to the ''pretty lady'' part. ''Sweden, is my english that bad?'' I focused on the painting again. ''No, it's not bad. You just have an accent who is not brittish'' I forced myself to look at him. ''Oh'' was all I could say. ''So Sweden, it's a nice country'' I nodded. ''Did you came here with your family?'' He smiled gently. I turned to look at the floor, it felt like a knife straight through my heart. ''I-i'm sorry, I gotta go..'' He looked confused. ''Did I say something wrong?'' I just shook my head and walked pass him. He called for me ''Melissa!'' But I kept going, with tears burning under my eye lids. As soon as I came out in the fresh air the tears streamed down my face. Why did he have to ask that question? I know it wasn't his fault he don't know, but still. I didn't feel for going back and continue with my classes so I went home.

I took up the key from my pocket and pulled it in the keyhole. Nobody was home at this time. I throw my bag in the hallway and ran up the stairs and walked in to my room. My room was nice a bed, a big shelf with lots of books, the family was so nice they bought me that old looking shelf with all my favorite books when they found out I loved to read. I had a desk too, to do my homework and write. I sat down on my bed pulled up my phone from the pocket, which was a challenge. Still no messages.. A tear rolled down my cheek, my dad never called not even texted me. He promised me to call me and text me. But he didn't and haven't done it since I came to this land. I have realized that he doesn't care about me, he never had. My dad and I never had a good relationship. I bet he also blames me for my mothers death and is happy to have gotten rid of me. My brother called me sometimes but he was a busy man, he worked a lot. But he did call me at least one time every week. But my dad, who I know is home all the time cause he is too old to work didn't called me at all. Didn't even text me. He did drive me to the air port in Sweden, that was the last time I ever heard of him. And that was a year ago. I laid down on my bed and fell asleep crying.

A couple of hours later I woke up and felt more down than ever. I decided to take a walk. I picked up my phone pulled it in my pocket and went down. I was about to pass the kitchen when I heard a voice ''Hey, where are you going? The dinner is soon ready'' Annie stood there with a spoon in her hand and had an apron on her with lots of flowers on it. ''Umm, i'm not so hungry and I thought about to take a walk. If I get hungry I will find a place to eat'' I smiled one of my fake smile. ''Don't be late'' She pointed a warning with her spoon at me, but she smiled. I went out of the door and stood on the doorstep and just took a deep breathe. Then I walked, I walked pass many stores and did the ''window shopping''. It got me thinking of something else. Then I came to a club, I stood and stare at it. I was 16 and would not get in there, but I got an idea. I sneaked as close I dared and observed the guard. Hmm, how did I distract this guy. He was huge and had a bald head, a typical guard. I picked up a stone whispered ''Sorry'' and throw it in a window. The shattered glass made a loud sound and the guard went over there. Now, now I got my chance I ran towards the entrance and slipped in. The music was so loud in here the base made my heart almost stop. But I liked it everyone danced close to each other to Wild ones by Flo Rida and Sia. I smiled and walked towards the bar, I took a seat and just watched the sea of people grinding and humping each other. Gross. The girls looked cheap in their short dresses and the almost showed everything. The guys had a horny glimpse in their eyes. I shilled. A drunk voice interrupted my thoughts ''Well hello there'' I turned to look at the person who had talked. It was a guy probably around 25 years old, his sand brown hair was a mess on his head and his face shine of sweat. ''Can I buy the lady on a drink?'' I hesitated just a second. ''Sure'' I turned around in my chair so I now faced the bartender. He looked at me with a suspicious look. ''Something strong'' The guy said to the bartender and he did as he said. ''What's your name baby?'' He gave me a disgusting look. ''Melissa'' I said and took the drink. ''I'm Tom. Cheers!'' I swept the drink fast, it was so disgusting. But the rush was amazing. ''More?'' Tom asked me. He was so drunk that it looked like he would pass out if he took one more. ''Sure!'' I said and laughed a drunk laugh. Tom bought me many drinks and I was so drunk that I laughed at everything. ''Come, we dance!'' He shouted. He took my hand and lead me to the dance floor. We started dancing, he came closer to me and putted his hands on my butt. I didn't like that but I was so drunk. After dancing a while he pulled me to the side and dragged me to the bathroom. There he started to kiss me, on the lips, on my neck pretty much everywhere. He pushed me up against the wall. I realized where this was going cause he pulled his pants down and started to drag my pants of. I tried to pull away but he was to strong. I shouted ''Get off me!'' I struggled in his grip. ''You will like this'' He said in a disgusting voice. I got my arm free and slapped him. He took a harder grip and took a grip around my neck. He looked me in the eyes. ''Your little whore! I will fuck you and you will like it!'' He started to touch my intimate area and I screamed for help. I didn't noticed that someone had come in but I saw someone in the side of my eye. I turned to look to see who it was, it was Louis and he was on his way here. His face was angry, his whole body language was angry. Louis took a grip of Toms shirt and pulled him away. I fell down to the floor. He pushed him into the wall. ''Leave her alone!'' He yelled. Tom looked up at him and laughed ''The little whore liked it, didn't you saw'' Louis started to shake of anger. ''I said leave her alone! If touch her again or call her a whore one more time I will seriously beat the crap to of you! Now go!'' Louis stood close to Tom and yelled in his face. Tom looked scared now. He ran out of the bathroom. Louis turned and looked at me. ''Are you okay Mel?'' He said with a worried face. I didn't get why he looked so worried we didn't know each other and have only spoken once. He came closer to me and offered his hand to help me up. ''Yeah, I'm fine thank you…but'' I looked and there was two of him. ''But?'' He asked ''Do you have a twin? There is two of you!'' Now he looked more worry and grabbed my hand and pulled me up. I was dizzy and couldn't walk straight. ''No, you're just drunk let me walk you home'' I started laughing as he lead me out of the club. ''Where do you live?'' He asked me when we had gotten out. I pointed in the direction and we started walking. We had to stop now and then because I had to puke. Everytime Louis held my hair back. We got to my house and he led me in. Annie's face went up when she heard the door got open. Her eyes went big. ''Dear God!'' She ran towards us. ''What happened!?'' She turned her eyes on Louis. ''She's drunk'' He said and looked at me. If possible her eyes got even bigger. ''I'm tired!'' I complained. ''I can put her in bed'' Louis said and Annie nodded obviously worried. Louis lead me to the stairs but I had a hard time finding the first step. Suddenly I felt a pair strong arms around my legs and he pulled me up in his arms and carried me to bed. He laid me on my bed and helped me to get my clothes of. I giggled at that. He also helped me to get my pajama on. I felt the tiredness took over so I passed out.

Louis POV

She had passed out and laid and snored a little. It made me smile a little, I laid over her a blanket and stroked her chin. She was so cute now when she slept. She was always cute though. I smiled again, I like this girl. No! I have a girlfriend and she is 16! I shouldn't think like that about her. And I didn't know her. I turned and went out her room. The woman who had talked to us before was probably her mom. I said that she now slept. She thanked me and I went out and home. My feelings was confused.