Louis partridge imagines

Wounds

(A/n; Louis isn't famous)
Louis Partridge
Warning: none

Louis POV:

After I got into the fight at school with my friends, I didn't really know where to go. Millie and my family would ask too many questions about the fight. My father would probably yell at me and give me lecture.

Knowing the school had probably told my parents what happened but whatever. I found myself walking down a familiar street. Y/n's street. Oh no. She hates fighting. We have been dating for about a year and half. Whatever I have no where else.

Y/n POV:

Laying home alone as always. My parent are never home and my brother was in collage. Haven't heard from him in a while. I was watching tv when I saw my friend text me. It was a video of Louis fighting another guy. I hate seeing it. Quickly turning off my phone trying to ignoring it. Then my doorbell rang.

Look out the side of the door where a window is placed. There stands the boy I love. Louis. With a black eye. Anger started to rise inside me, attempting let it go.

I open the door to see him with sad sorry eyes. Sighing and look down closing my eyes with frustration. " I- " Before he could speak I cut him off.

" shut up, go into the bathroom" I say with straight face. Opening the door more to let him in. He walks by and goes up stairs to the bathroom in my bedroom. Him knowing his way around my house for always being here. Walking into my kitchen I grab a med kit.

Making my way upstairs and into my bathroom, there Louis is sitting on the edge of the sink. I look at him to see the more details of his cuts. Feeling my eyes start to fill with tears. I hate seeing him like this. Looking up to get ride of the tears and start to get cotton and hydrin peroxide. I start to clean his cuts but he keeps moving. " stop moving" I order to him raising my voice a little. I start going to the small scrapes on his chin.

"Y/n" Louis said. He grabbed the sides of my hips gently. I was standing between his legs trying to keep him still, completely ignoring him. " darling please" he said again. He took his hands and slightly slide them under my shirt on the sides of my body. "I'm really sorry. I didn't mean for it happened" he says trying to get me to forgive him.

After a few minutes of silence I finished cleaning him up. "it's not that hard to just not punch someone you know" I said looking into his eyes. We haven't moved yet. His hands still on my hips touching my bare skin and me standing there. Every time I tried to walk away he would just pull me back.

He looks down with regret. " how many time do I have to tell you that I hate fighting. I hate seeing you with black eyes and cuts. I hate seeing you making a bad reputation for yourself." I speak frustrated to him.

I couldn't keep the tears in anymore. Turning around trying not to cry in front of him. Walking away as fast as I can so he couldn't stop me. I step into the kitchen to make him some food because he probably hasn't eaten anything. As I stand there waiting for the water to boil I start to think about everything. Tears start streaming down my face. Why does he have to do this? I continue to make the pasta.

Louis POV:

I sit in Y/n's bathroom. I didn't know what to do. Shit. I made her cry. I have to try something. About to get the kitchen when I hear silent sobs. My heart breaks. Jogging slightly to her quickly. She was sitting on the ground with her knees up against her chest and her back on the wall. I sit down in front of her. Leaning over and slide my arms around her. I spread her legs and pull her to sits on my lap. Holding her small body even though she keeps trying to pushing me away. Eventually she gave up on fighting. The sobs becomes silent stops as she looks up at me. I tuck a piece of hair behind her ear.

" Y/n I'm so sorry. You don't deserve this. Me make you cry and alway having to take care of me. I know you hate fighting. I should've just walked away. I know and I'll try my best to let it go. I love you Y/n. I love you so much I can't even put it in words. I dont know what to do. But I'm trying. I don't know if you will forgive me but I love you." I finish almost crying myself. Leaning in to kiss her forehead.

"I love you too and I don't forgive you fully so you still gotta take me out for a date" She laugh looking at me.

I smile and say "i can do that" then kissing her on the lips. A very passion kiss and long kiss.

" oh um I'm making dinner" she said standing up and walking over to the pot filled with water. I stand up and walk over to her.

Hugging her tired body from behind and whisper " you go lay down. I can finish up here". She nods and walk into the living room.

Once I finish the pasta I make a bowl and walk over to her. There she was asleep, siting done next to her and pull her close to me. I see her start to wake up and sit up rubbing her eyes. " go back to sleep, you need it" I say to her. She nods and lays on my chest failing back to sleep.

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Much much better then the last one hehe