Fight For You | Louis Tomlinson

Fight For You Epilogue

Fight For You Epilogue

Louis' Pov:

~A week later~

A week. It has been a whole week since the incident with Brooke. I haven't been out of my room since. Brooke and I haven't talked to one another. I wanted to give her space before we talk things through. The lads know nothing of what is going on. My hair is a messed. I am a mess. My eyes were blood shot red. I had tear stains down my cheeks. My cheeks were bright red and rosy. I looked horrible but I didn't care. All I needed was Brooke to be here in my arms. I miss her. I love her. I'm a mess with out her.

The look on her face when she said she hates me had broke me. She must really hate me. Who could blame her? She has the right to hate me. I broke my promise to her. I broke everything and I don't deserve her or her love.

The lads know I'm upset but don't know why. They ask me about it but I only brush it off and push them away. Eventually they will give up but they haven't, yet. I don't know if I could ever tell them with out saying about mine and Brooke's relationship. It would ruin everything and I don't have the energy to deal with Harry's lecture or wrath.

My knees were cradled to my chest as I cried. That brunette had to go and ruin it all for Brooke and I.

~Flash Back~

I've noticed Brooke still had mash potatoes on her cheek and I couldn't help myself but laughed, so I nodded my head towards the door to let her know she can go in the bathroom to clean up. "I'll be right back,"Brooke said and smiled at me. Her cheeks were bright red from being embarrassed. It was adorable. And wow! I love her dimple smile. This girl drives me crazy and she doesn't even know it.

"Don't take too long," I told her. I watched her stand up and walked to the bathroom. The door of the bathroom closed with a swing. I looked around the very posh restaurant to see it was deserted. It was very quiet and quite pleasant but it got old after awhile. I sighed and looked around again to see the waitress from earlier, walk over here. "Um excuse me?" She politely caught my attention. I looked up at her and nodded. Her brown hair fell into loose curls down her back and once in awhile she would push a strand of hair out of her eyes.

"Hello. Do you need something?" I asked, I nicely smile at the tall brunette who stood in front of me. "Yes, I actually do. If you don't mind but can I have a picture?" she asked. "My friend over there sort of dared me to take a picture with you. It was part of a bet," she said, giggling. "Of course," I said and smiled. I stood up and stood in front of her as she dug in her apron pocket to find her phone. "Oh darn. I can't fine my phone," she sighed in frustration with furrowed eyebrows.

"Okay, that's fine. We can use my phone and I-" I was cut off with her lips pressed onto mine. I was shocked and stunned at what she did and it took me a minute to process what was actually happening. She wrapped her arms around my neck as I tried pushing her off of me. I was struggling to get her off of me because of her arms being wrapped securely around me. I tried pulling her face away from mine by cupping her cheek with one hand and the other on her hip.

Finally, I pushed her off of me and looked at her as if she was crazy and stupid to do that to me but before I could tell her off, I heard a sob come from the left of me and my heart beat instantly picked up speed. I shot my head to that direction to see Brooke standing there, covering her mouth as she cried.

She was broken and hurt. I hurt the one I love. Tears threaten to fall at the corner of my eye but I blinked them away. There was one thing on my mind, which was that I can't lose her. Not now. . . Not ever.

~End of Flashback~

A soft knock came from the other side of the door. I quickly jumped up from my bed and slammed opened my door. "Brooke?!" I asked. My smile fell as I looked at the lads who stood in front of me with a tray of food. A sob escaped my lips as I thought of Brooke. She hasn't talked to me for a week now and I was going insane. I don't know how much longer I can go on without her. I need her. I want to get rid of the pain inside of my chest.