YOUR POV:
I don't know what's up with Louis today, yesterday and the other day. He's been ignoring me, no cuddling and not taking me out for dinner for the past two weeks. I feel like he's done with me. That someone's making him happy more than I do. That he found someone else better than me. Nope, not now (y/n). Stop thinking like that, he loves you okay? Yeah. I know he loves me, but I can't feel it anymore.
"Hey, babe. Good morning." Louis' in the kitchen, drinking his favorite tea while texting someone.
*don't think he's texting another girl, maybe it's just Niall* I thought to myself.
He didn't said good morning back to me. He just keeps on tapping to that damn phone of his, so I walk towards him and hugged him tight from behind. He jumped a little bit and I smiled.
"Babe, it's just me." I giggled, burying my face between his shoulder blades.
"Uhh, hi." He slowly removed my arms wrapped around his torso.
*he's just gonna put his empty cup in the sink and he will hug and kiss me after, that's why* I thought again to myself.
But he didn't. He walked out of the kitchen and got to his room. Great.
LOUIS' POV:
"How is she?" Niall asked.
After walking out on her this morning, I couldn't think straight. I'm getting more and more anxious every single day. I know she's been noticing it. It's so obvious. And I hate myself for ignoring and dismissing her.
"She was in a good mood this morning when she woke up. But when I walked out on and left her standing in our kitchen, I don't know anymore." I face palmed myself and let out a frustrated sigh. Is this really even necessary? I can't believe myself for doing this to my love of my life.
"Mate, 2 more days. 2 more days and you'll stop whining in my house again. Let's get to work! You can do this, Lou. For (y/n)." Niall reassured, I scoffed and rolled my eyes.
"Yeah, Ni. I can't wait."
YOUR POV:
I'm in MY room for 26 hours straight. Not even dared to get something to eat. No way. If Louis will do it to me again what like he did yesterday, I'd rather be in my room and drown in my own tears.
As I can feel myself drifting into sleep, there's a knock on the door.
"(Y/n)?" It's Louis. Who else would it be?
"Go away! You hate me. So go away! Leave me alone!" I yelled. My voice
echoing in the room.
"(Y/n) please. You're in this room since I got home last night. Breakfast and lunch I made for you untouched. I'm worried. Please (y/n), open the door, I brought you dinner. Please open up."
I scoffed and rolled my eyes in his words. I got out of my comfy state in my bed and opened the door. I was looking down so all I can see is his bare feet. I don't want him to see my red, puffy eyes. He walked in the room and placed the tray of food on the bedside table.
"Now that you're done, you can get out of my room." I snapped when I know he's about to speak.
"Look (y/n), I-"
"Now." I said sternly as I can. He sighed and crossed the room and out of the door.
"I'm sorry-"
I didn't let him finish what he's gonna say and closed the door.
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The next morning, I decided to call my mum. It's been a while since we talked.
But she's not answering.
