1D smut book

louis - jealousy, jealousy

credits: let-me-in-pretty-please (tumblr)
warnings: smut, mentions of smut, language, drinking
word count: ~5k

I love you. I hate you. I miss you. I never want to see you ever again. Please don't leave. I don't care. I need you. Fuck you. I want you. Stay out of my life. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry...

That's how most of my arguments go with Louis. Odds are we're fighting over something stupid. We scream and yell and say things we know we don't mean. But at the end of the day, we realize that we still love each other. We make up in the best ways possible. We end up arguing every other night or so, though. Unfortunately, this was one of those nights.

I jump out of the car and slam the door shut much harder than required. Louis takes his time getting out of the driver's seat, obviously not in the mood for my attitude, but I don't give a fuck. I'm so freaking mad at him, and he knows it. I trot up the walkway to the front door and fumble through my purse looking for my keys. Louis stands directly behind me, sighing like he could care less about me and my anger for him right now.

When I don't find my keys, I turn to him and put my hand out flat in front of him. "Keys."

He digs in his front pocket and drops them in my palm. I turn back around and stick one of the keys into the lock. I don't know if it's the right one or not. They all look the same to me in my fury. I turn the doorknob, but it doesn't budge. Wrong key. I try another. That one is wrong, too. I groan to myself as I try the next one.

"Do you need any help?" Louis asks me stepping to my side. I glare at him and purse my lips.

"I've got it," I say spitefully. He throws his hands up and takes a pace back. Thankfully the next key I try is the right one. I push the door open and head straight for the staircase, leaving the keys in the door. I hear Louis jimmy the key out of the lock and close the door back.

"Y/N," he calls out to me. I ignore him as I climb the stairs as fast as I can, my heels clanking loudly along the way. He follows me up, calling my name brasher than the last time. I completely zone him out as I reach the second story. I rush down the hall to our room and slam it shut before he can get in. Louis twists the doorknob and pushes it open before I can lock it, though.

He frowns at me, evidentially realizing what I was trying to do. I return the look and go to sit down on the edge of our bed. "What the fuck is your problem?" he yells towards me.

"Why don't you go back out and ask all of those sluts you flirted with at dinner what the fuck my problem is," I grumble. I pull my heels off of my feet and throw them across the room as if they were nothing but a piece of worthless trash. His face molds into total confusion.

"I didn't flirt with anyone!" he declares as he tosses his hands up.

"Oh, don't pretend that you didn't, Louis! Isaw you with my own eyes!" I retort standing up on my now bare feet.

"Who? Name some," he tells me, his face getting red with irritation. I stomp out of the room past him, and I hear his feet following right behind me to the staircase.

"How about the waitress at dinner? Or the fans outside? What about the girl who asked for your autograph, huh?" I say walking back down the steps of the flight of stairs.

"That wasn't flirting! That was just being nice!" Louis says. I know that Louis is very attractive, and that I have to share him with the whole world and all of his fans. Jealousy isn't supposed to be an option for me, but he flirts with other girls right in my face. I don't even think he realizes it, either. It's like a habit of his. And if he doesn't kick this habit, this engagement ring on my finger is going to go straight up his ass.