Imagines (100% Original) 1D, LM, Ed, and Demi.

Lou- Louis

A/N: I know this I kinda long, but I just kinda had trouble ending it! Oh, well! Please comment, Vote, and follow!!! It would mean the world to me! Okay, enjoy!

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I listened intently as I sat on the soft tan couch, and stared out the blurry window. The streaks of rain, making it hard to see. I thought about how he was coming back today. But he wasn't really coming to see me, he was coming to get the last of his things. I'll admit, the fight last night got a bit out of hand, but if he was going to always be on tour, this wasn't going to work out. He claimed that I alway turned him down when he offereyd me to come, which is partially true. He thought I turned him down because I didn't want to spend time with him. No. I denied because it was just him and the boys, and all their fans. They had enough to worry about,and had to focus on their career. I didn't want to get in the way.

Ring ring ring

I heard the doorbell sound, more than once, pulling me out of my deep thoughts. I hesitated to get up, but if he wanted it and if It would make him happy, then it had to happen.

I got up and, with a shaky hand, pulled the wooden door open to reveal dazzling Blue eyes.

"Hi, Lou... I-I mean Louis." I always called him Lou, when we were together, but I guess I can't really now. His heart seemed to break at the thought, I could see by his facial expressions.

"Hello, (Y/N). Umm... Can I come in?" He asked awkwardly. I realized, he was still standing outside, some raindrops on his jacket.

"Oh, yeah." I said, thinking about how this Is probably the last time he'll be in my house. Well, I'd let him come again, but he probably would deny.

"Where's it at?" He asks scanning the small home. I had packed all of his leftover stuff, in a cardboard box. I remember looking through the box, not too long ago, and holding every memory he had in that box. I remember the one that stung my heart was a photo book, and it was filled of pictures of me and him. Some of me, I didn't even know he took.

"It's o-over there." I said, pointing my hand towards the couch I was just sitting on. I could feel the tears stinging my eyes, but I managed to hold them back. He nodded and started walking to the tan piece of furniture. He looked around a bit, and finally laid eyes on the box.

"Thanks for getting it all ready. It saved me some time for being here." Well that hurt. He was happy I packed his stuff for him, so he wouldn't have to be here for long?

"Y-you're w-welcome." I stuttered forcing myself to hold back the tsunami forming in my eyes.

"Well, bye." He said holding the box in his hand and walking Towards the door. I missed him calling me love. The sentence felt empty without it. So... This was it? This is how it ended? Not even a hug? I know it would be awkward, but I would be able to feel the sparks one last time. One last time. I didn't want it to be the last time.

"Yeah... Umm... B-bye. I hope... I hope you have fun o-on tour." I said truthfully, with my heart aching.

"Okay, I will." He said emotionless. That Hurt even more. With that, he left me alone, and walked out towards his car. No. I couldn't hold it anymore. I ran straight to the couch and cried my eyes out.

"Im sorry. Im so sorry, Lou. I didn't want to get in the way. But, I didn't want it to be like this. I'm sorry I let you down so many times. Im sorry that I denied and that You felt like I don't love you. I do with all my heart." I muttered into the, now drenched, pillow. I pretend like I was talking to Louis and that he was listening.

"I LOVE YOU!" I yelled that time, letting all my anger out, leaving me with just sorrow, and scars on my heart.

"Im so so so sorry." I muttered again, telling the truth. I heard a soft knock on my front door, making me sit up immediately. 'Maybe it's Louis. Maybe he wants me back. But I look horrible! Oh well.' I thought, and got up not caring what I look like. I opened the door and was shocked. It was my next door neighbor, Mrs. Reagan.