One Direction Imagines

Nightmares Come True Too (Louis tomlinson)

Humming to yourself you looked out of the signature yellow New York taxi cab. The smell of peppermint, and stale, cheap cigarette hung around the cab, Probably embedded into the worn dark leather seats. You were surprising your boyfriend of almost forever, Louis Tomlinson. One of the five major heart throbs of One Direction, the band that had many girls screaming for them to penetrate and maybe even deflower them, of course, you being 20 in your third year of college wanted to remain in the dark. You had many reasons too, you saw how Danielle, Eleanor, and Perrie got treated on Twitter and many other social networkings, that you decided that if you had hate constantly bringing you down, you’d probably flunk out of college. “Ma’am, we have arrived at your destination, that will be $17.02, have a nice day.” The can driver seemed to talk in a monotone voice, just wanting to go home and get out of the shit weather. It was pouring out making the fans standing outside of the hotel, majority of them had gone home due to the downpour and scary lightning and thunder. Plucking out a twenty dollar bill from my Coach purse that had been a present from my sister, and then also bringing out eight ones. “Keep the change!” I called to excited that I was going to be seeing Louis for the first Time in months due to the Take Me Home tour that was in full swing, He didn’t have a lot of time to Skype, or even call as much as we both wanted too but I completely understood. He would be out at interviews all day or photoshoots or even driving around to the next concert venue and then preform a 90 minuet show? Of course that would be tiring, I grabbed my bags from the trunk of the cab, and sprinted inside the hotel already soaked from the pouring rain. I walked to the receptionist’s desk and texted Harry asking him to come down so I could go up. Paul had this new system, in the past you had to know this code of words to be let up, but then the fans figured it out because someone, cough, Niall, cough, had tweeted it out when he was drunk off his ass. I waited for a few minuets, ringing out my hair which gave me dirty looks from the hotel staff because it then landed on the white spotless floor, creating a slippery puddle. The elevator dinged, and a cautious mop of brown chocolate curls that I’ve sprinted more than once poked out.

“Harry!” I squealed and ran at him, Harry and I had the closest friendship out of me and the boys aside from Louis and I. He opened his arms letting me into a giant bear hug. We then waked back into the elevator, talking about my year at University and how it has been going so far, but when we reached Louis’ door, 328, Harry whispered into my ear, “My room will be open, 453,” he then walked back to the elevator lifts and shut the door. This confused me, why would I need to go to Harry’s room? And why was it on a totally different floor? Shrugging, using the key that Harry gave Me earlier I swiped it on the Handel watching the red button go green signaling that I could open it. That’s when my world that I put together perfectly, and so carefully with walls that I only let down to certain people shattered.

I had opened up to Louis, he was my world, now he came trampling in on it and shot it down like it was nothing. He thrusted in and out of his ex-girlfriend Eleanor, him moaning her name, her moaning his. That’s when he looked up. He completely stopped in the act but it was too late. The damage had been done. Tears blurred my vision, as he pulled up his pants and a Eleanor screamed and covered herself with the spare blanket on the floor. I gasped down air I couldn’t find, it was like I was being smashed over and over again, I just backed up from the room that was like poison to me. He tried to make a grab for me, but I saw the older hickeys and the new ones included. I was running now, I wasn’t going to go to Harry’s room, nor any of the other boys. I sprinted for the stairs, tripping over my own heels, the sound of Louis’ thumping feet behind me, his voice shouting only empowering me further. That’s when at the end of the stairs I pushed the door open and was hit with cold air. My eyes flung open, I was heavy breathing. The room was sticky and hot, I looked over to my left to see a stirring Lou.

“Babe? Why are you up? It’s three in the morning?” His voice was raspy and thick. “What hotel room did you stay in New York?” My voice was quivering in fear, out of the corner of my eye I saw him tense into a board. He gulped down some emotion before spitting out, “320, why babe?” “Did you cheat on me that day?” His eyes filled with tears as he sat up, silence filling the room except for the clock ticking against the wall. “Did you?” I squealed turning towards him, my nightmare becoming a reality as a simple nod happened. “Oh my God,” I yelled flinging myself off of the bed we had made sweet love on so many times before. I ran to the shared closet and began packing my bags, just the necessities. “Y/N! Please!” He croaked from the opening of the closet. “Someone will be back for my things, I hope you’re happy asshole.” I said with confidence, the wheels on the suitcase hitting the stairs sending off loud clinks. I opened the door to the flat Lou and I had shared, walking to the BMW Lou had bought me. I put the luggage in the backseat slamming that door, before turning my head and seeing a tearful Lou mouth the words, “I love you.”

- anonymous