Louis Tomlinson Prefrences

▪Why You Guys Breakup (Your P.O.V.) Part Two ▪

▪Why You Guys Breakup (Your P.O.V.) Part Two ▪

I didn't want to see either one for a while. How could he? How could she? Why? Why? Why? It didn't make sense. Was I not good enough, so that made Christina better? I got in the car. I drove to Harry's bakery. He was there since he had nothing better to do. Parked the car. And I went inside. "Hey, (Y/N). What can I get for you today?" He said, smiling. "Anything to drown my misery in." "Soooo, 4 chocolate chip cookies, cookies and cream shake, with chocolate fudge over the cookies?" "Sure. How much?" "€8.90.*" I got the amount out and paid. I sat down at a table by the window. I looked out and saw Louis, freezing in his sweater. He spotted me and came towards the bakery. "Uh, Haz? Can I get a bag so I could take tis 'to-go'?" He nodded, putting my things in a bag. I walked out to my car, bumping into Louis. "(Y/N)! Hey! Let me explain." "I let you explain! You didn't explain. So, leave me alone." I pushed away from him. "(Y/N)! Wait!" "What?!" "Where are you gonna stay? You can't stay with Christina." "Fuck off." He's right. Where will I stay? I'll go home.

I opened the door to see Louis sitting on the couch, crying. He looked up. "I'm sorry." He whispered, barely audible. I sat with him. "I forgive you. Cookie?" He took it. "Harry baked these?" He said, mouth full of cookie. I laughed, nodding. He smiled, kissing my cheek. "I wuf chu!" He said, muffled. "I love you, too." I kissed his cheek.