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reunited / l.p.

it had been a little over a month since the final season of 'Medici: The Maginificent' had dropped on netflix, and you couldn't have been prouder of your boyfriend, louis, who you had been dating for the past year. you knew that it was only going to be up from here, and that he would have so many new roles coming his way. you wanted more than nothing for him to succeed, and you couldn't believe it was actually happening.

he had grown quite the following over the past few weeks, both on social media and in real life. his follower count had jumped and he now had a little over 200k followers on instagram. he also had people in real life that were trying to hang around him, who neither of you were friends with before his new found 'fame.'

unfortunately for you, that said 'fame' had clearly been getting to his head. you found him brushing you off and flaking on plans. you did your best to remain supportive, thinking that it would eventually die down and he would make his way back to you, but it had been a few weeks and you didn't know if he actually would. even if he did manage to attend any dates that you had planned, he was never really 'there.' much like tonight.

"lou, what do you want to order?" you asked, looking up from the menu to the boy sitting infront of you.

"sorry, what?" he asked offhandedly, eyes glued to his phone.

"i asked what you wanted to order..."

"right, could you just get me whatever you order?" he responded, eyes still glued to his phone.

you sighed, feeling something rise up inside of you. you weren't sure if it was the built up frustration, anger, or just plain exhaustion, but you noticed your vision start to blur as tears welled up in your eyes. gnashing your teeth and clenching your fists to keep your composure, you spent a good five minutes staring blankly at the menu in front of you before louis noticed something was wrong.

"you alright, love?"

"can you just take me home? i don't feel good right now," you whispered.

he nodded, handing you the keys to the car, and making his way to the waittresses stand to tell them that you were leaving and returning the menus. you pulled your jacket up from the back of your seat and slipped it on as you walked outside to the parking lot. louis quickly joined you and started the engine, before pulling out into the main road.

after roughly ten minutes on the road, louis turned to you with a questioning look. "what happened back there? i know you, there's no way you just suddenly started feeling bad."

"well i guess you don't know me as well as you think you do. like i said, i just don't feel good," you snapped.

"what the hell is your problem?"

"i'm sorry, is it a problem that i'm upset because my own boyfriend doesn't even seem to want to hang out with me?"

"is that what this is? because i can just turn the car around and we'll go back. you didn't have to make such a big deal about it."

"no, just take me home. i don't want to deal with this."

"then don't," louis muttered.

"what did you just say?"

"i said don't, y/n. clearly i thought you would have been more supportive, but i guess our relationship wasn't cut out for that," he said, pulling into the driveway of your house.

you turned in your seat to face him, shocked that he actually had the audacity to say something like that to your face. "you have absolutely no right."

"no right to do what? call you out on your bullshit?" he asked, the volume of his voice beginning to rise.

"my bullshit? do you have any idea what you've put me through in the past month? and i've just stayed silent about it? i've supported you in your career from the very beginning, before we were even together, louis. i was so proud of you, and i still am. but how am i supposed to stay happy with you when you're never even around? even if you are, you're not actually present anymore. we don't make memories like we used to. you even have girls throwing themselves at you on social media and in real life, and all they do is give me hate to the point where i start to hate myself. i know it's not your job, but shouldn't you be reminding me that i'm good enough for you? that you still want to be with me?" you realized that you were now screaming at him, while tears were running down your face."louis, you taught me what love is. love with you is the only kind of love i've ever known. but being with you is starting to destroy me, and i can't even love myself anymore."