How Could You? (A Louis Tomlinson Fanfiction)

How Could You?

Louis had gone out with the boys and didn't get back until 2:30 in the morning, and by the time he got home you were already asleep. When he came stumbling in, he crashed into a table and knocked over a bowl. You came running out and when you saw what happened you were furious.

"Louis!" You yelled. "That was my grandma's!"

"Shut up woman and clean it up!" He hollered.

"Excuse me?" You asked. He had never acted that way before, he was obviously drunk.

"You heard me!" He snapped as he stumbled towards the couch.

"Don't talk to me like that!" You said as the anger built up inside you.

"I'll talk to you anyway I want to!" He said coming over to you, and that's when he did the unthinkable. He reached out and slapped you in the face. You froze. Tears welded up in your eyes as you looked away from him. "That's right! Cry! Get out of here! I don't want to date a crybaby!" He yelled as you ran out the door.

You didn't know where to go. You had left your flat with nothing but your pjs. You ran to Harry's flat with the tears streaming down your face.

"(Y/N)? What's wrong?" Harry asked opening the door. It was strange, they seemed normal, like they never had a drink.

"Louis, he's drunk," you sobbed.

"What happened to your face? Did he...?" Harry asked. You nodded and he pulled you into a hug.

"I don't know what got into him. He was acting weird before we left," Harry said. "Come inside."

After you explain everything that happened he told you to stay the night, but you couldn't sleep, not with Louis's words replaying in your head.

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It was Harry's idea to make Louis jealous. You still loved Louis despite what he did. So you wasted no time making it look like you fell hard for Harry. You were with him everywhere and always looked like you had a good time. And to be honest, you did.

You two quickly became an item. As soon you started spending time with Harry, Louis became increasingly upset. It was obviously working.

After you had been with Harry for 2 months Louis called you.

"Hello," you answered.

"I need you," he says.

"We'll maybe you shouldn't have kicked me out."

"I'm sorry!"

"It's going to take a little more than sorry. You hurt me, I don't know if I can forgive you," you say. All of a sudden you got emotional and found yourself fighting back tears.

"What can I do? I need you, you're my everything. I love you and what I did was stupid. I'm sorry!"

"I... I don't know...." You said, letting the first tear fall. And with that you hung up.

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"What?!" You screamed into the phone. You couldn't believe what you were told.

"He punched Harry!" Niall told you again. He was just as shocked as you.

"Why in the world would he do that?!"

"He said 'he stole his girl.' "

"I'm on my way," you told him, grabbing your purse.

When you opened the door to the studio everything was quiet. Everyone froze and looked at you.

"Louis!" You yelled running over to Harry. Louis was standing over a broken Harry. You were surprised he was still awake. "Are you ok?!" You asked Harry as you kneeled down next to him.

"I'm fine. It's Louis you should be worried about," he said as you turned to Louis. You looked up as he turned away.

"Louis..." You said as he ran away.

"Louis?" You called out as you chased him to a room. "Where are you?"

"Leave me alone," he said softly.

"Why?" You asked when you found him in the corner, hiding.

"Because you were right. I hurt you and now I've hurt Harry. I don't deserve you. You deserve someone like Harry. Not a monster like me," he said without even looking up.

"But I don't want Harry," you told him, "I want you."

"But I hit you, and then I kicked you out," he said looking up at you.

"But I know you didn't mean it. You were drunk. But you were more than that. You weren't acting normal," you said sitting next to him.

"I was drugged," he said turning to face you.

"What?"

"I went and got test that morning. Niall and Liam had told me that I didn't act myself that night. Someone had put something in my drink."

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"Because it was no excuse. You don't hurt the girl you love, no matter what drugs you had."

You looked over to him with huge sad eyes.

"I'm sorry," he said looking straight into your eyes. Your expression told him everything. He pulled up to his chest and held you tight.

"I love you," he whispered.

"I love you too."

END