One Direction Imagines Book Three

Louis - No Matter What

Summary: When something happens, it changes Louis' perspective.

Warning: may be sensitive.

P.S. Please read my note at the end, especially if you're a Niall girl, as it is about my next imagine idea. 😊❤️

Enjoy. <3

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"Louis?" You call, groggily.

Today you were suffering; a cold and a sore throat it had seemed, but now you were getting worse day by day.

"Louis?" You call again, this time frustratedly at how quiet your voice was becoming.

"Louis?" You ask once you finally reach him, sitting on a stool in the kitchen.

He ignores you, not even turning to look at you.

However, you knew for a fact he could hear you, he was simply being his quickly-becoming 'usual' self.

For weeks he had been this way, completely ignorant and snappy. You had tried reasoning with him, but it had only ended in arguments or silence, even both.

"Louis," You say again, this time more urgently.

"I'm sorry, do I hear something?" He asks, sarcastically.

He then looks at you, pretending realisation.

"Oh, it's you. Did you want something?" He questions, raising an eyebrow as if you were some kind of stranger to him.

Shock is one emotion that comes to you. Despite everything these past few weeks, he had never appeared quite so nasty as he did in this moment.

"Was that really necessary?" You say quietly, due to your aching throat.

"I'm sorry, can you talk a bit louder?" He mocks, knowing full well that you couldn't.

"Prick." You say, turning on your heel and heading towards your bedroom.

He didn't care anymore anyway, so why were you even going to try and explain to him how you feel?

You hoped you would get the old loving Louis back, but instead, you got someone totally different.

It wasn't just about your emotions anymore, your whole body felt like it could shut down at any moment. You felt so ill and you had no clue why you weren't getting better, but it seems Louis didn't care.

"Why are you still here?" Louis asks, popping his head around the door.

"Excuse me?" You spit back, in pure frustration.

"You're supposed to be at work." He says, in an isn't-it-obvious tone.

"Yeah and I'm sick." You say in an equal, isn't-it-obvious tone.

He rolls his eyes and shakes his head, letting out a spiteful laugh.

"So overdramatic." He comments, not even bothering to try and say it quietly.

You don't say anything, allowing him to leave the room and get out of your sight for the day.

Why should you even love him? He doesn't deserve your love.

Yet all you could do was sit at home and cry, emotionally draining your mind alongside the physical pressure you were under with an illness that didn't seem to want to leave you.

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Louis' P.O.V.

"I hate them right now." I tell Liam as we walk through the door to mine and Y/N's apartment.