One Direction Imagines

Louis- Fight

You hear the door slam behind you, the vibrations shuddering through the entire flat. You look up to your boyfriend Louis. His face is as red as a brick wall, hair messed in every which way. His normally smiling mouth was pressed into a tight line. He stood unmoving, hands tangled into fists. Usually, you would go up to him and press a gentle hand to his back, leading him to sit and calm down, but something about his stance was unapproachable.

You set the mug of tea you had been drinking down on the coffee table in front of you, uncrossing your legs from their cramped position. "Lou, hun, what's-"

You were quickly cut off by the booming voice of the normally carefree Louis. "Shut up. I'm having a bad day but I don't want to take it out on you."

You opened your mouth yet again, this time your voice only in a whisper. "Is there anything I can-"

"I thought I told you to shut up! You're such an annoying bitch!" Louis shouted, the veins on his neck prominent. You sat frozen, eyes prickling with tears. He promised he would never yell at you or hurt you, no matter how mad he was. He knew you were sensitive about what others thought of you. 

"Oh stop crying. You always try to make me feel guilty.” Louis gave you a disgusted face, stalking off into the kitchen, most likely to grab a beer.

You couldn’t help it now, tears started to flow freely down your cheeks. You stood up, quietly slipping on a pair of shoes and grabbing a jacket. You left your phone; you needed a chance to calm down without any distractions. With a slight glance back at the kitchen, you slipped out the front door, shutting it quietly behind you. The air was crisp, streetlights the only thing illuminating the path. It would’ve been a nice night if not for the earlier scene. You walked in silence for a while; stopping only at an abandoned park bench once your legs were tired. You looked up at the moon, imagining that maybe if you’d just kept your big mouth shut, Louis wouldn’t have snapped and you two could be cuddled up on the couch right now. Gosh, you were such a bad girlfriend.

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Louis’s POV

Gosh, I’m such a bad boyfriend. I can’t believe I yelled at (y/n). It’s not her fault I’m falling behind on memorizing my solos. I should go apologize to her; it’s not fair that I snapped. I set down the unopened beer on the counter in front of me, walking back into the living room; ready to do whatever it took to get her to not me mad at me. She was gone, the only sign that she was ever there was the slight dent in the couch where she had been sitting. Her unfinished tea was still sitting on the mahogany coffee table, steam steadily rising. She must have gone upstairs or something. I tiptoed up, carefully so she wouldn’t hear me and lock the door. Once I reached the handle, I found it turned with ease, much to my surprise. Even more surprising, she wasn’t there. Now I was worried. I plucked my phone from my side pocket and dialed her number. One ring. Two rings. Three rings. Her voice mail sounded in my ear.

"Hi this is (y/n)! I can't come to the phone right now. Either that or I'm ignoring you. Most likely the second. I'm just kidding! Leave a message!"

The dial tone sounded in my ear. I stood frozen. Where could she have gone? Trotting back down the stairs I rang her again. Then I spotted it. The white polka dots of her brand new case. She left without her phone. She wasn't in the house, I had no way to contact her, and it was dark outside. Oh no, what if she was hurt? Or worse dead? Our flat isn't in the nicest part of town. I rushed out to get my car and started it quickly, racing out to go find her. What if she was lost? She didn't have her phone so she wouldn't be able to call anyone for help. It had been almost 20 minutes now of me driving around and I still couldn't find (y/n). The bright blue of her sweatpants contrasted against the jet black night, making it easy to spot her. She sat on an old park bench, her back hunched over, racking with sobs. My heart shattered, did I really cause her that much pain? I know I said something I shouldn't have, but did it really have that affect on her? Still a block away, I cut the engine and got out. I would walk so I didn't startle her into running. As soon as I shut the door to the car though, her head snapped in my direction. If it was possible, my heart broke even more. Her beautiful face was streaming with tears, her bright (y/e/c) eyes were now red and puffy. No longer concerned about startling her, I raced up to the bench, enveloping her in a bear hug.

"I'm sorry," I whispered.

She slowly wrapped her arms around my waist. "I'm sorry too."

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I don't know if I like it or not. I don't like the ending. It's kinda sucky for being the first but I don't think it's that bad. Rosalie suggested this as my first one, so thanks girl! Comment if you liked it or not!

By the way, (y/e/c) is your eye color and (y/n) is your name if anyone was confused.

-Scarlett Xx