Queen of hearts ~ a Louis Tomlinson fanfic-BEING FIXED

Chapter 11~ Different

The mall is very crowded. It reminds me of the night that I first met Mia. It's pretty hilarious that that was actually only a couple days ago. It feels like much longer, to be honest it doesn't even feel like a game anymore. I forget some times that it's all just about who wins, but that doesn't make me want any thing else. Mia is gorgeous, but she is annoying as fuck and we would never actually work out. She's too fiesty, I like a girl who doesn't argue, goes with the flow. That type of girl is the easiest to use.

"Alright, were do you want to hit first?" Mia asks me, eagerly grabbing hold of her Gucci hand bag. At least she brought her own money yesterday, now I don't have to spend a fortune.

Another thing on the list of things I will never do for some one I am with. If you spend money on them, then that is a sign that you care for them. That you actually want them to be yours. It's ridiculous. Nothing ever lasts, it's money that you could be using on some thing else.

"Wherever you want, Queenie." I answer belatedly.

She rolls her eyes. "When will you stop calling me that?" She laughs, her grin large and white.

"When I want to." I reply simply.

She shakes her head at my stubbornness. "Louis, were supposed to be dating, why are you standing so far away from me?" She annoyingly interrogates me.

I sigh, closing the foot of distance between us. "Some one wants to be close to me."

She laughs at my statement. "I don't understand why you flatter yourself so frequently. I know you want all of this!" She muses, swinging her hips side to side, and whipping her hair around.

Her tiny dance is like a eye magnet, all over guys turn and stop and stare at her. I grab her wrist and lock my fingers around hers, hoping my extra motion of closeness will stop her from continuing the sexy dance.

Sure I am enjoying it, but so are tons of other strangers and sleeze balls, and I don't want them to feel like they can just look at her whenever. She is mine after all.

She smiles triumphantly at me. A gleam in her eye.

"You're such a bitch " I cuss at her. She knew exactly what she was doing, in order to get me closer.

"You're a dick.. Come on Lou. You can't call me names and not get what's coming for you, you aren't an angel. Or any where close." She hisses at me.

I sigh. "At least I'm not a hoe."

Her gaze falls from my face, her smile is gone and her lips are turned down.

And that's how you turn off Mia. That one word, is her key. It's the only thing that shuts her up. Her drama. Her attitude. All of it.

"Look-" I whisper, raising my hand to cup her cheek. I'm aware that we are standing in the middle of the mall, and getting glares from everyone as we do, but still I proceed.

"Louis, just shut up." She spits. "Just stop pretending to care, and stop pretending to be cool okay. I'm not stupid. I know you, you aren't perfect. I don't know why you feel it's okay to call me a hoe. But you don't know me, and you won't get the pleasure of knowing me either. How am I even a slut, when all I want is closure? Don't tell me that you never wanted the same. That you never wanted to be wanted . To feel like you're some body's some thing! I know that this whole relationship isn't real. Trust me, I will be relieved when it's over! But for now, let's get one thing right. I am not a slut. So stop saying I am. I am a girl. I am "your girl" and Louis Tomlinson this is not how you treat a girl. So get your act together, I know this is new to you. But it's new to me too. And as soon as you admit that you love me this will all be over, -"