𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒, 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞

hickey- louis partridge

"hii everyone welcome to mi youtube channel if you're new here welcome, and if you're not well then you already know what the fuck is going on,"I speak to the camera in my hands. "so as you can see by the title of the video, I'm going to be pranking louis with a fake hickey!" I smile. 

"louis is currently at home and he's going to be coming over in about an hour so I'm gonna get ready right now," i set the camera up on the vanity and pull out my dark makeup. "so I'm just going to do one hickey, and I'm going to do it rightttttt, here" i blend some dark makeup on the right side of my neck. 

after putting the makeup on, which looks so fucking realistic, i set another camera up on my bedside table, a small stack of books covering it. i set the other camera up on the ledge of my window, the thin white curtain hiding it. 

"so louis is coming in a few minutes and I'm honestly kind of nervous, i don't really know how he's going to react," i breathe out, clamping my hands together. "so my plan is to just sit there and wait for him to notice, and I'm going to play dumb cause, duh that's what a cheater does!" i whisper, quiet just incase louis walked in. 

soon enough, the door from downstairs opened and footsteps were heard coming up. "hii baby," louis smiles, holding his arms out. "hiii," i sang back, holding my arms out. quickly, we fell into my arms, kissing my cheeks. 

"i missed you so muchhhh!" he speaks softly, playing with hair. "i missed you toooo, wanna watch a movie?" i ask, pulling out my laptop. he nods, pulling the blanket over him and i. he lifts up his head, moving my hair out my neck to not lay on my hair. 

"whats that?" he suddenly asks, his eyes intently watching my neck. i type away at my keyboard, "whats what?" he sits up, pointing his finger at my neck, "is that a hickey?" he furrows his brows, inspecting my neck. 

i fake a gulp, quickly pulling my hair to hide the fake hickey, "its nothing, I um- i burnt myself with the flat iron." he shakes his head, slightly backing away from me. he scoffed, "you burnt yourself with the flat iron?" he bites his lip, then scoffs again. 

"I can't fucking believe this," he begins to get up from the bed. "where are you going?" I ask, pushing my laptop away. "I'm leaving, I cant believe you," he begins to walk towards the door. quickly I get up, grabbing his forearm, "no louis its a pr-"

he cuts me off, "its a what huh? its a what? its clearly a fucking hickey!" he breathes out, running his hands through his hair. he covers rubs his jaw, shaking his head before he leans against the wall, sniffling. 

i felt my heart drop at the sound of him sniffling. "how could you do this? h-how? i loved you!" his eyes became glossy, his nose turning a light shade of pink. "no no no no, baby,, its a prank, look!" i grab his hands. 

i grab a tissue from the tissue box next to us and wipe my neck, the makeup smudging and rubbing right off. i showed the tissue to him, his eyes becoming soft again. he let out a relieved sigh, his hands over his heart on his chest.

"you're going to kill me one day with these pranks of yours," he chuckles, bringing me into a hug. he kisses my forehead before letting out a groan. "god, i really believed it," he wipes his eyes. 

i grab his cheeks, pulling him into a kiss. i kissed his nose, and then his cheeks. "i would never ever cheat on you, mr.partridge," i smile. "and i would never ever cheat on you, ms.l/n," he smiles back.