One Direction Imagines

Louis Imagine: The Gamer's Dream

DO NOT BLAME ME FOR THIS IMAGINE. IT IS FUCKED UP, I KNOW, BUT THEN ALL THESE IMAGINES ARE PRETTY FUCKED UP SO, YEAH, THIS ONE IS EXTRA FUCKED UP FOR YOUR PLEASURE XD

"I'm sorry, but you are a Lou-ser Boobear!" You squealed as Louis threw his 3DS down in defeat.

"I can't believe you beat me, at my own bloody game! Not even the boys can beat me! I didn't even let you win!" He muttered, whilst you chanted "Lou-ser" like a sore winner.

"Don't be such a sore Lou-ser Boo. It's only a game; just a game that I won." You winked at him, trying to rid the adorable pout from his face. His lip glistening with moisture and just begging to be kissed as it always was.

"BUT...." He whimpered before you cut off his childish behaviour.

"You already have a big enough butt, you don't need another one." You smirked, loving how childish Louis was being. It had been a while since he had been himself, especially with you, with all the increasing pressures from fans, press as well as touring on top of everything already engulfing him. Today was his day off, and you were determined to get Louis back.

A sassy click of fingers waved in a Z formation as Louis sarcastically commented, "Oh, she went there."

His pout returned, bringing him back from his sassy diva moment for his real reaction to what you had said. "But.....IT WAS MY GAME!" He moaned, making uncontrollable laughter spill from you. The contagious laughter brought both of you to your demise on the floor in a heap beside the sofa.

Eventually the side splitting laughter had to end, otherwise your lives would have ended, due to asphyxiation (more commonly known as lack of oxygen). Louis contained himself first, sitting back up on the sofa, fiddling with the buttons on the 3DS, before you settled yourself and rose to your feet, pecking him on the forehead, before sitting next to him.

Your hand intertwined with his as you spouted an apology, followed by a quizzical slanting of the head onto his shoulder.

"Why are you apologising? I'm the sore Lou-ser." His eyebrows wiggled, using your own insult to refer to himself.

"I'm a bad winner. I don't win very often and when I do I get bitchy and boasty. I shouldn't win. Sorry Boobear. It's your game. I promise I won't win again."

His eyes filled with amusement as he lifted you onto his lap, cuddling you close and returning the peck on the forehead. "Babe, I have another game. I always win that, so I'll let you have the Poke'mon, just this once."

His position shifted until his lips were just dangling unbearable close to your skin without as much as a cell touching you. His breathe heavy and warm, still recovering from the starvation of oxygen from earlier and a certain underlining lust that littered your relationship. Acting on a lingering breathe, you rose your face to meet his, delicately nibbling his bottom lip, before he overloaded your system and took the lead, allowing his sweet tongue to captivated your own, gliding his rough taste buds across yours, provoking a concoction of bitter sweet pleasure to sweep through you.

The kiss lasted for a little too long, miniature kisses sparking between you as you readjusted to life without his lips glued to yours.

"So, what is this other game you were talking about? Can I have a demonstration?" His lips twitched against your ear, as he growled low into your thumping ear drum.

"You already are." Your mouth dropped as Louis did, towards your neck, embellishing it with light, blistering kisses that formed goosebump trails down your tan-speckled skin.

A sudden realisation hit you, as your brain synapses finally kicked into gear.

"Is this all a game to you, Louis?" The question left you before you could think of a softer way to approach it. Louis mulled over the question, using your earlobe as a technique to work it through, chewing and kissing it thoroughly as he came to his carefully decided answer.

"What I have with you, I don't think of as a game, something that I can just drop and forget whenever I get bored or angered by the situation that I am stuck in, like on the boss levels of Super Mario ( A/N and lets face it, we have all been there :'( ) but more like a Professor Layton mystery. I have to challenge myself to be better, to think differently to overcome the things that we face together or when we are apart, and try to do it with the least collateral damage as a result, but once I do, I always find there is a reward at the end. At this moment, I feel like I may have almost completed the game, the prize obviously being able to call you my own, and I had hoped to do this in a more romantic way, to show you just how much I really do love you, infront of your friends and family and everybody we love, but, (Y/N), will you marry me?"

Your mouth gaped wide, overcome with absolutely every emotion you had ever experienced in your time with Louis. Your first instinct was to run somewhere to think. Were you really ready for this? Did you want to spend the rest of your life with Louis? Was he the one?

Who were you honestly kidding? You knew he was the one, he knew he was the one probably before you did, Harry said that the first time you bloody met him after dating Louis for a week! You had just been denying it to yourself; calling everyone else crazy, thinking of reasons why Louis should leave you, diverting your attention away from the idyllic relationship that you were actually a part of, and concocting a leading role for yourself in a sickeningly disturbing story of broken hearts and depression.

"Babe, you can say no if you want. It was a stup-"

"Yes" You interrupted Louis' muttering as you brought yourself back to reality. His cheesy grin returned as he wrapped his arms tightly around you, pinning you to his hard chest. "As long as we don't get married right away. Can we just keep it quiet for a little while, like a year or so?"

"Of course, all I wanted to know was that you were definitely mine and that I haven't been the greatest idiot in the world."

"There's still some debate about that." His fingers wrapped you tighter, stroking at your individual ribs before reaching your stomach. His fingers danced delicately before the tickling began.

After a few breathless seconds and a hyperventilating fit, you straddled Louis once again, getting comfortable with your head in the crook of his neck, resting lightly on his shoulder and kissing the smooth skin after little goosebumps arouse, triggered by your cool breath.

"You know what would have made that little speech even better?" His fingers curled in yours as they lay on his chest, slowly moving to his stomach.

"And what would that be, fiance?" The words got caught in your throat as you tried to speak.

"A Poke'mon chat-up line. I even have a favourite aswell, but it's a little inappropriate for that speech." A baffled Louis squirmed beneath you as you spoke, not allowing anything to be given away by what he was thinking of, even though you were thinking exactly the same thing.

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SORRY FOR BEING IMPECCABLY EVIL....MWAHAHAHAHHAAHA...I always made a better villain when acting, but don't worry, the rest shall be flying at you soon, and for anyone who doesn't know about Poke'mon chat-up lines....THEY ARE THE FUNNIEST THINGS ON THE PLANET. Comment your favourites and if it is better than mine, I may just use it. xxx I am waiting for the day one of the boys use them. That would like make my life :D xxx

Will upload soon and I'm just going to upload when I can because I'm putting myself under too much pressure to try and do them for every 200 reads because I jsut have too much other stuff to do, aswell as write xxx