•Louis Partridge Imagines•

Confessions

louis partridge. my best friend of 12 years. yes. the louis partridge. i love him dearly but man is he one big dork. louis is the type of friend that is always there for you, he almost cares too much. he is such a caring soul and anyone would be a fool to not be totally, completely and utterly in love with him. i mean come on he has millions of girls drooling over him. and of course i can't help but have feelings for him but in my defense i've liked him even before the fame, before everything, before he was known.

but of course we're in an argument, we usually don't go a week at most without seeing each other and it's been 3 weeks since i've seen him. 3 weeks since i've genuinely laughed, 3 weeks since i've felt loved and 3 weeks since of felt completely happy. he was my happiness and he's gone. it's like he doesn't even care, he hasn't bothered to call or text just to even see if i'm okay. now i'm no diamond in the rocks either because i haven't said anything yet either. our friendship remains blank, with no one to fill that void, no one to man up and speak. and it's always been this way, we're both equally as petty and as far as i know this could last months before one of us even try's to talk. and i cant and i won't let that happen to us. i want this to be over so i can just hug him again, and just talk in his room for hours about anything and everything. louis won't say anything and i know that so it's my turn to speak up.

damn it louis, curse you for being petty! i was torn, i don't know what to do. i don't even wanna bring up the fight. i know he won't answer my texts....or calls so i have no choice but to drive over to his house and confront him in person. which is the last thing i wanna do when it's pouring rain out but it's prefect because he can't escape me, it's raining, he's stuck at home.

i got dressed and didn't bother doing my hair or makeup because i know i'm gonna cry one way or another. i ran out to my car and started it, i pulled out of my driveway turning on the radio and beginning to drive. louis lives literally 5 minutes from my house so it won't take long and i haven't even prepared my speech. in the meantime ill fill you in on how our fight started in the first place.

~flashback~
"louis! stop! you have to believe me, i'm your best friend. i wouldn't lie to you" i yell.

"y/n, stop it with the lies. JUST GIVE IT UP ALREADY. YOU KISSED WILLIAM AND I KNOW YOU DID. WHY WOULD HE LIE"

"LOUIS I CANT FUCKING BELIEVE YOU RIGHT NOW. WHY WOULD I LIE! I DIDN'T KISS HIM AND WHY DOES IT MATTER WERE NOT EVEN DATING!" I respond

"because y/n, you are both my best friends, it just feels wrong that you guys would kiss" he lowers his voice.

"you know what, so what if i kissed him obviously your not gonna fucking  give it a rest and believe me so, fuck it.

"just promise me you wont sleep with him"

"oh my fucking god louis! you had to bring it up didn't you?" i slightly yell

"wouldn't put it past you" he responds crossing his arms over his chest.

"your so careless, fuck you" i give him the finger and walk away.

~flashback over~

yeah. it was one of our worst fights ever. and i never kissed william and i never planned on it. i'm still so fucking pissed but i miss him so much.

i slowly pull up to his house and park my car in the street. i sit in my car for a good while just debating whether i should turn around or not. i unbuckled and got out of my car. it was pouring so i was gonna get drenched in the process. as soon as i start walking i'm already drenched and freezing. louis has his long entrance to his house, sort of the like the Buckingham Palace, bloody insane i tell you.

i get to his front door and knock a few times before one of his sisters answers the door.

"y/n!" millie exclaims and brings me in for a hug which was honestly needed.