It’s been two weeks since you found your boyfriend cheating on you. You’ve cried endlessly, had many sleepless nights, eaten buckets of ice cream, spent money on clothes you don’t need and make up you’ll never use, but you just can’t get over the fact that you weren’t good enough.
You’re in your room and you hear your room mate talking to someone, then footsteps on the stairs before Louis pokes his head round the door.
Louis: Hey you, I heard what happened. He says gently, sitting next to you, he opens his arm and you fall into them.
You: *cries*I don’t know what I done wrong.
Louis: Nothing darling, he’s a loser, you’re way better than him. He starts twiddling a strand of hair round his finger.
You:*sniffs* clearly not. You sulk against Louis; you feel your breathing start to sync with the rise and fall of his chest.
Louis: You are way too good for him. You’re beautiful and she’s a tramp. You’re funny, sweet and caring; she’s just a selfish whore. He starts doing a terrible impression of ‘her’ it makes you giggle.
Louis: You light up the room with smile and your laughter. Don’t let him take that away from you.
You nod slowly in his embrace.
Louis: Remember our promise. You laugh a tiny bit harder this time.
You: Louis we were five.
Louis: I’d still marry you tomorrow. He places a kiss on the top of your head, tightening his embrace around you he gently smooth’s your hair down.
Louis: Now get some sleep beautiful.
Within seconds you are peacefully asleep.
