One Direction Preferences (Interracial-Bwwm)

Mental Part 2 //Louis//

To your surprise you felt no pain what so ever. Was this what it felt like to die? The thought of finally being taken away from your misery thrilled you. You opened your eyes expecting to see various greens, whites, and just a beautiful scenery.
"I wasn't really going to shoot you." Louis admits, he lowers the gun down and shoves it in his back pocket.
"You should have. Just shoot me now." You plead with him. Louis shook his head walking over to you.
"Oh no baby. I could never hurt you like that. I don't want to be without you." He comes over, wrapping his arms around you. You stiffen in his arms.
"Please stop hugging me." You whisper. Louis frowns and lets you go. You thought he was finally listening to you. He would finally leave you alone. Nope. That's not what happened. Louis punches you in the face. It wasn't no tiny little punch either. It was one serious KO punch. You felt your whole world spinning when you landed on the ground.
"Now do you want that hug?" He growls, kneeling down to your level. You could barely nod your head as he pulled you to your feet. "Damm it, babe I'm so sorry. They made me do it. I didn't want to." Louis' voice goes soft again.
"I hate you! You're mental! " You shout at him. Louis stares at you in anger.
"You must love me hitting you." Louis says picking up the plate from the table. "She doesn't listen." Louis starts speaking to himself. You watch him carefully. Your hand was still covering where he punched you. You were positive there would be one serious bruise there.
"Hey, y/n? Do you love me?"

(Once again sorry for how short this is. I didn't want to make it long. I wanted it to be straight to the point of what happened after Louis had pulled the trigger.)