Louis Imagine(1D)
It is all just so stupid but you were completely nothing. The thought of you having Louis for 4 months were bliss until the night you so do not want it would be. There, you sat, cradling your arm in your lap. It’s like an emotional breakdown over having a dog who got hit by a car? Ha! There is the good part. The part where you HAD this famous boy that almost all girls wanted to get laid with, who was actually yours. Your boyfriend, well, in fact, a moron dupe. Although it is also the part where you feel way better than you’re just an obsessed fan. But, you get what happened. There is a point you should be involve being dead because it would give a way to stop feeling anything. To stop feeling like that. He played you.
Beyond cheating, beyond lying, beyond not loving you. And there’s nothing left, but a stupid stupid nothing you. Week had passed, you were now staring at the city lights beneath your window. You punched most of his number into the keypad a half dozen times. Louis had taken your head and you’re going, how could you? How COULD you? HOW COULD YOU? You can’t even call him nor ask him. You can’t do anything. You gasped at the ding sound and opened the door. Your mouth fell open, absorbing the fact that he’s here for you. The sight of him was like running smack into a wall, you hadn’t known was there. Your stomach quivered because he was here, with you, which made you feel almost giddy. He took an easy step. “How are you, *your name*?” The sound of that smoky, implacable voice broke you out of your momentary daze.
"What are you doing here?" That simple question of yours was laced with challenge.
"I came here because i want to." He said.
Your hand went to your throat, with just those simple words, your heart pound, way too vulnerable. Louis stepped closer and fingered a curl of your hair. You melted on him, your body going lax as he pulled you close.
Still, managed to say, “I don’t want you here.”
"We’re not going to stay here." He mumbled, He gripped your hand and carried you in a kidnap way.
"What the hell..? Put me down!" You yelled, punching his back.
"No." He murmured then started to walk along the hallway.
"I said put me down!"
"I said no."
"Fuck you, Jerk." You said, scowling.
"Oh yes! I’m going to fuck you later, bitch."
"Lou!" You yelled as your eyes went wide.
"Kidding." He answered, laughing.
"If you weren’t holding me like this, i could definitely kiss you." You murmured. With that, he froze, yanking you down to your own feet.
"Now, kiss me." He whispered with a flirtatious grin on his face.
You looked up to him blankly. “Uh, I was.. erm.. only kidding haha! And..” Before you could continue, he easily sealed his mouth over yours, shutting you up with his lush wet kiss. He had you on your back before you realized that your legs wrapped around his waist, his mouth swallowing your surprise gasp. You could feel the warmth of his big, hard body and smell the richly masculine scent of his skin. “Come back to me, please. Baby.” He whispered. You glanced at him as your heart melts. “Not just because i kissed back, i would say yes, and, i haven’t said yes… yet.” You blurted out.
"And you haven’t said no." His tongue wildly traced the vein in your throat. "I won’t let you." He murmured. He placed his forehead over yours, meeting his gaze. You felt the warmth over your cheeks. "Don’t cry." He muttered.
"I… I can’t." You swallowed hard.
"I love you." He whispered.
"You played me."
"I know."
"You cheated on me."
"I know."
"You lied."
"I know."
"You don’t love me!"
"I do." He said as he looked at you with his stormy blue eyes. "The last few days without you have been hell. It’s like darkness invades light. Yes, i had hurt you that’s why I’m sorry. All i want is to make everything perfect again. I love you so much." He added as the tears rolled down to his cheeks. You cupped his face to hold him still.
"You already won me back…"
END.
BY: ME ;P
