One Direction Preferences (Interracial-Bwwm)

Mental //Louis//

You sat in the chair, at the kitchen table, sending daggers with your eyes at Louis. He leaned on the counter, watching you with a smirk.
"I don't see why you're so mad." He shrugs turning on the water in the sink. He grabbed a wash cloth and drenched it in the warm water. He squeezed the access water out and came over to you, wiping the corner of your mouth. You winced slightly at the burning sensation. Louis had busted your lip earlier. You watched annoyed as Louis cupped your face, tending to the cut. "You should heal quickly." He threw the rag on the counter. "Hungry?" He asks, looking at you. When you didn't answer he rolled his eyes. "I'm taking that as a yes." He went to the fridge and opened it. He looked through it and pulled out a few things. You couldn't grasp how someone who seemed so normal would turn out to be a nut case. You had met Louis in a club about 4 months earlier. You thought he was nice and really cute. After countless dates you came to realize he had some serious problem, some mental problems. He would stalk you, control who you talked to or hung out with. Now, he wouldn't even let you leave his house! He had locked up all the door and kept the keys in his pocket. You so desperately wanted to get out, but it was really difficult. Louis glanced at you.
"Stop looking so miserable." He demanded. You nod and force a smile to your face. He grins, "much better." When he turned back around to cook, the frown returned to your face. What you wanted to do was pick up the fruit bowl and slam it over his head. That thought made you happy. Louis finished cooking and placed everything on a plate. He set it in front of you then sat down. You looked down at the food. You were really hungry.
"I didn't poison it." He laughs, seeing your face. He handed you a fork and urged you to eat. You picked up the fork and stabbed the eggs on your plate. You brought it to your lips and ate it. You chewed slowly. "Is it good?" He asked you. You nod, continuing to eat. As you ate the food, Louis started to frown. He stood up and walked to the counter, leaning on it.
"Go away!" He shouted, grasping his head. Great. He was having another one of his episodes. You ignored him, eating your food. Louis opened the draws searching for something. He pulled out a gun and pointed it at nothing. You watched him. He is insane. While he was having his episode, you stood up quietly from the table. You kept your gaze on him attempting to leave the room.
"Don't move." Louis growled, regaining his composure. "Sit down." He pointed the gun at you.
"Louis, I just wanted to use the bathroom." You plead with him, sitting down on the chair. He glares at you.
"No, you tried to leave me. Don't you love me?" He looks at you. You looked down avoiding his gaze. "Look at all the things I've done for you!" He shouted at you making you coward away from him. Louis held the gun tightly in his hand, walking back and forth in front of you. You watched him careful not to move to make him mad. Louis took a deep breath and looked at the gun. "I don't think you love me. " He said sadly. " I don't want to live if you don't love me. I'm going to kill you. Then I'm going to kill myself. " Your eyes widen, shaking your head no.
"I do love you!" You tried to convince him.
"No, you don't."
"I do! I can prove it to you."
Louis stares at you. "Kiss me."
You got up and walked to him. You cupped his face and brought your lips down to his. You didn't kiss him for long. Once you pulled away, you searched his eyes.
"You're a liar." He growled aiming the gun at you. You closed your eyes, hearing the bang of the gun going off.