Imagine Me Without You (Sequel to ATF, One Direction Fan Fic)(Completed)

Chapter Sixteen - Every Single Night's A Fight

After I got my bag of clothes to Niall's along with the majority of my makeup collection and a few more things, I changed clothes and walked back to my- er Harry and Louis' flat. I opened the door, still empty, I stepped in. I needed to grab my MacBook and cameras then I could get the rest of my stuff at some other time. I slowly walked to my room trying not to think... about anything. I grabbed my MacBook and slid it into my over sized purse. I grabbed my two cameras and threw those in my bag as well. I searched my desk drawers for my collection of SD cards. After digging through millions of cords and and lenses, I finally found my ziplock bag full of SD cards. I chucked that in my purse too.

I walked out of my room and walked into the living room. I looked up at my painting on the wall. I wonder what I am going to do with that. I took a quick glance around the room and noticed a mark on the wall. As I walked over to investigate it I stepped on something sharp.

"Ow." I said backing up.

I looked down to see I shattered picture frame with a picture of Louis and I. I picked up the photograph from under the broken glass. I looked back at the mark on the wall which told me the picture was thrown against the wall. I stood there holding back tears then I heard someone opening the door. I looked up to see Louis walking in the door.

He gave me a look of shock witch quickly turned into a look of anger. "What are you doing here?" He asked coldly.

"I'm just getting my stuff." I said rudely.

"So you think you can just come in here?" He said crossing his arms and leaning up against the counter.

"What does that mean?" I asked letting the photo fall to the ground once again as I walked up to him.

"You not exactly welcome here." He said

"I'm just getting my stuff." I said again trying to hide my anger. "I don't know if you remember but I used to live here."

"You're not really clueing in that I want you to leave."

"My god your pretentious." I said raising my voice a bit.

"Oh yeah I'm the pretentious one!" He said even louder taking a step closer to me, getting in my face.

"Yes you are!"

"Oh yes Shayla, because I'm the one who kisses some big famous guy when I'm a relationship! I'm the one who stalks around in coffee shops with random guys." With each point he made he took a step closer and I took a step back. "I'm the one who cheated. Oh wait that wasn't me it was you!" With that last point my back hit the wall. I couldn't back away any further.

"I don't understand why you believe that crap! You're so stupid!" I screamed trying to get him to back away but he wouldn't.

"What's going on!" Harry yelled trying to stop the fight.

"Hey! I don't care! I know what I saw and quite frankly it doesn't surprise me because you're whole artist thing isn't working out, that's why you're living with us to get your fifteen minutes of fame! Well congratulations you got it!"

"Seriously?!" I still couldn't believe stupid press over me.

"Stop it!" Harry yelled again.

"I work so hard and I made it in the art world on my own!" I yelled again still with my back pressed to the wall behind me.

"Oh I can see you work so hard on that piece of crap!" He yelled pointing to my favourite painting, Wonderland. Harry was yelling trying to stop the fight but I could only hear Louis talking. "Hey why don't you go do something you could actually do, like I don't know, escorting!"

I let a single tear roll down my cheek and quickly wiped it away with the sleeve of my shirt hoping he didn't see. "Why would you say that?" I asked exhausted and frustrated.

Louis' POV

I watched her wipe a tear off her cheek. I wanted to hurt her as bad as she hurt me. I know it was bad but it felt so good. She then pushed me to the side and left, slamming the door on her way out.

"What the hell was that?" Harry yelled.

I let out an annoyed sigh and walked away.

"Louis?"

I just looked at him. I couldn't talk about this now. I was so upset and hurt then she shows up here. I didn't want to cry, I didn't want to scream, I just wanted this to never happen. I think I might hate her.

"I'm going to find her, you seem like you need to be alone at the moment." He said going out the door.

Shayla's POV

Instead of going to Niall's I cried all the way to the park. It was late so I knew no one would be there. I walked out far into the park until I could longer see the streets or hear the cars passing. I dropped down on to the damp grass. I opened my purse and pulled out my camera, the same one I used on the cruise. I started clicking through the pictures. Me and Louis kissing on the balcony. I fianlly let the tears stream down my face. I never thought this would happen. I couldn't do anything about this he won't believe me, he won't even listen to me. He hates me. As I buried my face in my knees. I heard a voice. "Shayla!" I wiped the tears from my eyes and looked up to see Harry running towards me. "Shayla, what's going on?" He asked as kneeled beside me.

I hugged Harry tightly. "Louis hasn't told you yet?" I asked trying very hard not to cry.

"No. I just walked in and you two were fighting please let me know what's going on?"

"That trashy gossip show, Starz, said that I was cheating on Louis. They showed a picture of me about to kiss Matt Perry but it was a scene from the movie and we didn't even kiss. They also showed me getting coffee with my gay makeup artist. I would never cheat on Louis. It's all a lie." I couldn't hold back the tears any longer. "He hates me Harry."

I could tell Harry was shocked because he didn't say anything, he just hugged me tighter.

"Is that why you weren't home last night?" He asked finally.

"We got in a fight the other night when you were out and I've been staying at Niall's." I said wiping the tears from under my eyes. " I don't know why I'm still crying it's not going to fix anything."

"Let's get you to Niall's so you can sleep and hopefully feel better in the morning." He said helping me off the grass.