you belong with me | Louis Partridge x Fem Reader

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(recap)

an hour or two passed by and I finally looked at the clock 5:56 pm.

remembering I have a paper due tomorrow for English. I brought my computer to my bed and opened it.

from downstairs I hear my name being yelled, assuming that it was Louis.

I quickly took off the leftover makeup on my face and put on lotion.

"Timothee?" I questioned

"I'm here please let me explain in person" he begs

"It was always her, wasn't it?" my heart broke as I asked.

It was. It was always her.

his silence was my answer. I turned away as my heart constricted

"No, it wasn't." the silence was broken as he spoke.

he paused, as did I.

I hated his answer.

"It was never her." tears slowly leaving his eyes

"But it was also never you."

"her or me?" I manage to finally ask

"Don't do this" he says,

the boy id do everything for, the boy I love.

"why not?" I stayed silent.

I didn't have to say anything more.

his silence was my answer.

"oh." was all I managed to say, "You chose her."

more than friends, less than lovers.

there are many souls that know the pain. when two people share the same desire

But not enough courage. we may have known how we felt for each other, between the longing looks and cherished smiles. though sometimes, quick glances, long conversations, and hopeful memories are. all it that it comes to. And sometimes the heart does not always get what it wants. so it settles.

I roughly rubbed my face and got the courage to stand up to him

"After thinking about it long and hard I still can't come to a conclusion as to why I stayed so long."

"maybe I was addicted to the way you said my name and begged for forgiveness each time you messed up."

"maybe it was how your eyes looked into mine and whispered I love you before your mouth could say it."

"or maybe in some sick, twisted way, I liked the pain. I got so used to the pain you cause that I lived off it."

maybe it made me feel empowered when I could get over it. maybe looking at myself in the mirror and begging myself to build a will to live became my favorite pastime."

"maybe I liked the pain because it's all I had of you. even if I didn't have you I had the scars you cut."

"and that was better than not having you at all. when I cut you out, I felt lost and weak.

right at that exact moment, Louis comes through the door with two large drinks and a bag of chick-fli-a

"what the fuck is he doing here?" timothee yells.

"do you know why I'm here? I'm here because y/n has been bawling her eyes out for days because of you" louis points at timothee.

"no person should have found out their partner is cheating on them through the internet, you know what shes going through and you decide to add more? what the actual fuck are you doing here" he replies in anger.

Louis calms down "I'm going to put this in the kitchen and go to the bathroom"

Louis walks away and it is just timothee and me.

"We can make this work," timothees voice raspsed.

my eyes filled with something other than sadness. this time, it gleamed with hope.

I smiled for a minute.

Then it dropped.

"But that's what we said last time," shattered as I finally spoke the truth.

my heart broke as i said it, knowing how much it broke his.

But this is exactly what i meant.

we've already said it last time.

And it never ever works.

"so please just leave"I finally break the silence

"this isn't over y/n I love you"

he picks up his things and heads out the door.

Louis just came down the stairs and I lean my head on his chest and began to cry.

he wraps his arms around me gently resting his head on top of mine. "everything is going to be okay, everything happens for a reason"

everything happens for a reason, maybe he's right, maybe this had to happen to finally open my eyes and see that he is the one.

a/n:

WEREALLDONE

sorry I've been inactive, I JUST GRADUATED HIGH SCHOOL, well I did in june. but again I'm sorry senior year has been chatioc and had no time to write.

ily

ill be writing more, but this story has ended.