you were walking back to your house that you shared with your boyfriend, Louis. all the way from the park you had been followed by paparazzi. when you were only a few yards away from the gate, they started firing questions at you. "how do you feel knowing you are just second best for Louis?" "have you met his new girl?" "did you know that Louis hates you?" "you really aren't good enough for him, why are you even bothering?" one of the men were waving a magazine in your face. "Louis and his new chick?" the headline said with a picture underneath of a guy kissing a girl. the guy had his back facing the camera but he had the same hair as Louis. you held the magazine in your hand and stormed into your house. when you stepped in you shut the door quietly so it seemed like there was nothing wrong. "Louis?" you shouted rolling the magazine up in your hands and placing your bag down on the floor. "yeah?" he replied from the kitchen. you walked through holding the magazine behind your back. "hey gorgeous." he said leaning up against the island messing about on his phone. you walked up to him and threw the magazine in front of him. "explain?" you said putting your hands on your waist. "nothing to explain. it isn't me." he said standing up straight and examining the photo. "oh really? and is it true that you hate me and that i am not good enough? Louis, i thought i could trust you." you said, your voice cracking. you were fighting back the tears but one managed to slip out. "babe you know i would never hate you and you are definitely good enough." he said walking closer to you. "LOUIS! I'VE HAD ENOUGH OF YOUR LIES, JUST GET OUT." you scream at him, turning your back. "what? Bertha?" he asked. "just go." you said through your teeth. you closed your eyes, took a deep breath and waited until you heard his foot steps fade. a few minutes later, you looked up and saw Louis standing at the door with his case. he opened the door and threw his keys on the table that sat in the hall. he walked out and slammed the door. you collapsed on the floor and started to cry. did you really just throw your boyfriend out? for the rest of the night you lay on his side of the bed in one of his t-shirts that he had left behind. you fell asleep, quietly singing his part of Little Things. the next day, you wake up to 3 new texts. one from Liam and 2 from Louis. the one from Liam read, "what happened between you and Louis? he came to my house yesterday and seemed really upset xx" you sent a reply saying, "we just had a bit of a fight, can you get him to call me? xx" a few minutes later your phone was buzzing. it was Louis. "hello?" you said. "Babe, listen, that photo isn't me, i swear, i would never do that to you." his voice was soft but also sounded like he had just been crying. "Louis, i over reacted, please come home, i miss you, I'm so sorry, i love you so much. please, just come home?" you said tears forming in the corners of your eyes. "I'm on my way babe, I'll be there in a few."he said and hung up. you sat anxiously in the living room, waiting for Louis to return. you heard the door open, you stood up and ran through to the hall. you ran up to him, jumping into his arms. "I'm so sorry Lou." you mumbled into his shoulder. he carried you through to the living room and sat you down on the sofa on his lap. " princess, it's fine." he said moving your hair out of your face. "It's not. i should have believed you." you said looking at the ground. "shhh, its fine." he said cuddling you into his chest. you sat there for the rest of the day just watching random shows on tv and even fell asleep in Louis' arms at one point.
that was the last one for tonight, hope you like it
- Louis' Toms
