What If? {Louis Tomlinson Fan Fic}

Chapter 12 - All To Myself

-Louis' POV-

I woke up in my bed surprised. Last night was all a blur. I guess when I saw Harry and Roxy dancing together, a burning feeling took over me and I flipped. I couldn't stop drinking just thinking about how Harry was basically stealing my girl. Wait a second, Roxy isn't mine.... yet.

I looked over to see her peacefully sleeping, I hope I didn't say anything to her last night about how I feel. I want to tell her when I can remember the moment.

"Roxy?"

I ask while licking my lips, her eyes fluttered open and she smiled at me,

"What is it Louis?"

She mumbled and rolled to the other side,

"I'm so sorry about the party-"

"You don't need to be sorry, you looked tired and I understand that you weren't feeling well after all of that alcohol you drank."

How did she know?

"I could smell it on your breath Louis."

It's like she was reading my mind. I don't want her to know that I was jealous. Heck, I don't even want myself to believe that. But I was.

"What happened last night that made you so upset?"

She asked me as she sat up on the bed and got closer to me,

"It's nothing, Rox."

Shit. Why did I just call her Rox? Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!

"Louis?"

She said while snapping me back to reality,

"How about we go get some breakfast, yeah?"

I said while shooting up on my feet and ignoring her question,

"Whatever."

She rolled her eyes and walked out of the room. Did I somehow upset her?

I walked out of my room and saw the bathroom door closed,

"Roxy?"

I said and knocked on the door,

"Hey, Roxy. Are you ok in there?"

I didn't hear anything but sniffles, I had to get in there before she did what I think she's gonna do...

-Roxy's POV-

I sat on the edge of the bathtub and saw a blue razor next to his tooth brush. Should I do it? Should I cut? I know it's been about four months that I've stopped, but a little cut wouldn't hurt.... Would it?

"Roxy?"

I heard Louis knocking on the door, I couldn't reply because I was in tears from the thoughts I was currently having,

"Hey, Roxy. Are you ok in there?"

He asked worriedly, I shook my head and put my head in my hands, don't cut Roxy. Don't do this again..... But why not?

I almost grabbed the razor but I stopped as soon as I saw the door flung open. Louis was there. He looked at the razor and back at me. He took the razor and put it in a cabinet and locked it.

"Roxy, please don't do it."

He pleaded as he sat next to me,

"I wasn't going to Louis."

I lied. It felt bad but he wouldn't understand. Every so often, I go into a depression for no reason. Sometimes it's because I think of my dad or what the future holds.