Louis Tomlinson Imagines and Preferences

You Sleep On The Couch After an Argument

2nd Person POV

You don't even remember what started the fight, but the two of you were standing in your kitchen yelling. You had been yelling at each other for some time now, probably verging on half an hour, and you were surprised the neighbours hadn't called the police on you. You were now just screaming at each other insults, swear words, and lots of things you didn't mean.

"Ugh." you groaned, throwing your hands up in frustration. "This is ridiculous!"

"Oh? This is ridiculous? I think you're ridiculous! You know what, you can sleep on the couch tonight!" He screamed frustratedly, and suddenly stormed off, red in the face.

"I didn't want to sleep next to you anyway!" You yelled back.

You went to the storage closet where you kept spare blankets, and took the thickest one you could find. You knew full well that it wouldn't be thick enough to fend off the nasty winter cold, though.

You took the blanket back to the couch and pulled one of the decorative cushions down onto the armrest. You lay down with your head back on the pillow and threw the blanket over you. You began to shiver from the bitter cold. You hadn't even changed out of your jeans and you were too tired to go and have a shower.

You also missed Louis and wanted to apologize for everything you had said. As you thought back to the awful things you had said, you also realised that his face always fell as you yelled insults. Now you felt really guilty, too.

The night progressed. You kind of hoped that Louis would come downstairs to get you like he always did after a fight but a part of you knew that he wouldn't want to after the screaming match you'd had earlier.

It was now one in the morning, and you hadn't gotten a minute of sleep. The events from earlier in the night kept replaying in your mind and the more it did, the guiltier you felt. But soon after, you heard soft footsteps coming down the stairs.

Louis' POV

"Oh? This is ridiculous? I think you're ridiculous! You know what, you can sleep on the couch tonight!" I screamed in frustration. Her face fell, and I felt absolutely horrible. But instead of trying to apologise, I stormed off on the verge of tears.

"I didn't want to sleep next to you anyway!" She yelled back, which stung a little.

I walked upstairs and into our bedroom. I sat on her side of the bed and let the tears flow. I felt so bad for all the words that I had thrown at her, and even though she yelled some pretty horrible things at me too, that didn't mean it was okay for me to yell awful things back. I swear her face fell after every insult.

I changed into my sweats. It was freezing outside. Then I remembered that she would only have access to the spare blankets in the cupboard, and they weren't even a little bit warm. This made me even sadder. I hoped she was okay.

As I lay in bed, I rolled over and stared at her side. It felt like there was a huge part of me missing, now that she wasn't lying next to me.

Before I knew it, it was one in the morning. I couldn't take it anymore.

I got out of bed, only to be hit by ice-cold air. She was probably freezing. I padded my way back down the stairs, and I could just make out her shivering figure on the couch as I reached the bottom step.

2nd Person POV

You tried to make yourself as still as possible. Maybe he'd think you were asleep and go back upstairs?

But you could hear him walking over to you. You opened your eyes, only to be met by his puffy blue ones. This meant he had been crying.

He leaned down and placed a kiss on your forehead. He pulled back after letting it linger there for a while.

"Oh my gosh, darling. You're freezing," he whispered. "Let's get you to bed, hey?" As he said this, he put his arms around and under you, lifting you, blanket and all, up and into him. You nuzzled into his warm chest, desperate for some heat. In response to this, he just hugged you tighter to him. He looked down at you when you were halfway to the bedroom, and you saw a tear roll down his cheek. "I'm so sorry," he whispered.

You reached a cold shaky hand out from under the blanket to wipe the tear away. "I'm sorry, too, for everything I said. I hope you know I didn't mean it."

By now, you had reached the bed, and instead of putting you down on your side, he put you on his. You could feel the last bits of warmth from where he was lying before; right next to your side, practically in the middle of the bed. He climbed in after you but didn't let you go. He unwrapped one of his arms to pull the blankets up. He pulled the duvet from your side over and tucked it in at your waist so you were completely rolled up in it, and put his arm back tightly around you.

Louis shook his head, his chin crumpling up. "Nope, nope. I started the argument, and then I sent you to the couch. You're freezing. You're probably going to get sick! I hurt you, and I said that I wouldn't ever do that!" He had a stream of tears running down his face and you quickly reached up to wipe them.

Louis pulled your hands down and back under the blanket, shaking his head some more. He pushed your head down into the crook of his neck, desperate to keep you warm, but you pulled your head back out and pushed your lips to his. His lips were dry, chapped, and swollen, but you didn't care. You needed him to know that it was okay. When you both pulled back, his tears had slowed and he had a soft smile on his face, clearly feeling very comforted with the fact that you were okay, and still loved him enough to kiss him after all the screaming and yelling.

He pulled you back into him and this time you let him.

"I don't deserve you," he whispered in the dark.

"Oh, but my love, you do," you whispered back. "I love you."

"I love you, too. So, so much."