I do love you//louis partridge+ female reader

without you

"thank you father..."

{still Louis' POV}

"tell them I'm back, they need to know I'm here" he whispers

"yes dad" I nod taking a deep breath in

-next day-

{normal POV}

I sat in my bed, cover over my cold feet so they stay warm, with the heater on low, what? don't judge, I'm cold, anyway yeah, I'm reading a book called 'twist' {made that up not an actual book} anyway yeah, it's about a criminal and of course the good guy, working at an agency, his name is Lewis brown, anyway I won't go into detail because I don't want to bore you about books, it's not like you read or anything, I wouldn't know either way.

it's not like I can relate but I find myself always wondering why I like the villains more than hero's and I think it might be because when they get on the floor, get down on their knees for her and only her, something in me stirs, A hero would sacrifice her to save the world, showing that they are indeed pure hearted and honest, But a villain would tear he world apart if she was hurt, that is a promise¬¬, They seem selfish, manipulative and rude to everyone around but he treats her like a queen to everyone around. But he treats her like a Queen. His and only his, sitting by him on a throne with her crown. I think the villains are misjudged and that most of the time we don't get to see their Story, for if we knew it the hero may not seem so full of glory. Monsters are made not born and any soul tortured, confused, and abused incidentally would not have time to mourn So the next time I defend the villain of the tale, remember that they too were once broken and frail, and like I said before, I can't relate to it, I'm not a villain, not anyone I know is and I think because my life isn't a book, I have no villains just rude people, but say my life is a book I would NOT be the main character, someone like harry potter would be, or Hermione and Ron, and most likely Draco being a villain-type person, because well...he's Draco.

I really like to read, almost as much as I like sleeping! and I LOVE sleeping. who doesn't?

-Louis' POV-

I had just woken up from a dream, more of a nightmare seen as I woke up sweaty and panting, I remember most of it, I was in a room, with a baby in the little cradle around the age of 0-2 at most, a man came into the room, picked up the baby and dropped him, I knew it was a boy but when he fell to the floor and started crying I. Felt it, it didn't hurt that bad but I felt it and that sounds crazy I know but, it happened I ran over to the boy and tried picking him u but my arms faded away, I couldn't pick him up, I took a step back and looks at my hands, they looked fine, but when I tried to clap my hands together they faded, I saw the mans pocket knife fall out of his pocket and fall on the boy's hand and wrist making him cry even more than falling, the blood dripping out of the baby's small palm

"shut up Louis, it's not that bad, just a cut" the man said sharply while picking him up and putting him in the cradle and threw a bottle in at the boy who I know thinks name is Louis, the same as me

"I know I know you're only 1 but don't look at me like that, I'm your father and I can do whatever I want" he continued while the boy looked at the man with a tear stained face, then I woke up

I never understood nightmares. I never understood hoe my brain could turn so dark when I wasn't controlling it, but now I understand, because I don't control my emotions, my feelings or my thoughts and past memories

so I've turned into my own monster, my own nightmare. the nightmare felt so real, like I had...experienced it, I ran my hand through my hair and noticed the scare that I have noticed hundreds or thousands of times before wandering where it came from, I had have it since I could remember, but looking at it now, it was in the same place that the pocket knife from the man fell on the baby boy from my nightmare, his name was Louis, that's my name, he got a cut on his wrist from his father, I have a scare on my palm and wrist on the exact same place, I was adopted at the age of 2, tom-Voldemort told me that because there is no way that he is my biological father, no bloody way, he told me that he adopted me because he knew if I was there, he could get closer to harry, I'm not mad about that, but that's not my point, my point is, maybe, JUST maybe that that nightmare might be a memory from when I was 1 year old, before I was adopted, but that's just a possibility, but that doesn't mean it's impossible.

Y/n. I tell my 'friends' that being Draco, Blaise, Crabbe and Goyle that I hate you, but if the world was ending, I would only cry knowing you're next to me

I've seen the most beautiful sunsets and heard the best jokes to be told, I've touched the calmest oceans, and smelt the prettiest and best flowers, but now and then, I find myself crying at these beautiful things, and not out of happiness, but because of emptiness cause no matter how pretty something might be, I still feel empty without you, even in this short amount of time, I realised how important you are to me, which is a LOT and all I do is find myself crying wishing you were still with me, I didn't plan on meeting you, I didn't plan on liking you, and that ruined my actual plan the my father had sent me, getting harry.

don't get me wrong, I'm ok without you but in a way, I'm not, but just seeing you so happy without me, makes me the saddest I've ever been over you, because now I know you were better off not knowing me at all, you would've been much better even if you look the happiest.

'I do love you'

they do but,

this isn't a love story. not for you, not for him and not for eachother

well not really but,

all that I know is that...

they don't love each other, not now? at least

yeah, that's right

their not lovers, anymore.

at least.

a/n- I found myself crying while writing the Louis part about Y/n because of how I feel that I lost someone I shouldn't've but anyway that doesn't matter, NOT THAT ANY OF YOU CARE BUT MY INSTA IS @LPARTRIDGE.SMH! luv you all