Yours (Louis Tomlinson)

14

Phoebe's POV

I was honestly surprised when Louis agreed to give me a ride. I mean I didn't ask for a ride, but that doesn't matter. I just hope Dylan doesn't mind. I won't get out of the car with Louis, but I won't forget to thank him for taking me.

"So, where are we going?" He asks.

"The Italian Corner. Do you know where that is?" I ask and he nods.

"I actually do!" He says and smiles proudly.

"Good job Louis." I say and he laughs.

"So, what's the song choice this lovely evening? We have another ten minutes until we get there." I ask.

"Uh, anything, I guess." He says.

"That's not helpful at all." I say and he rolls his eyes.

"How Far We've Come by Matchbox Twenty." I say and he shrugs. I turn the song on. Louis smiles when I start dancing in the car. I'm an awful dancer, so I'm sure I look hilarious.

"What is that dance?" He asks when he stops laughing.

"I'm a great dancer!" I defend and he laughs even harder.

"Sure you are." He says sarcastically and I pout.

"Oh shut up. Like you can do better than me!" I say and he raises his eyebrow.

"I will show you all of my moves after your date." He says and I laugh. My phone buzzes and Dylan's name pops up.

To Me: Don't come into the place please?

To Dylan: What? Why?

To Me: My ex girlfriend is in here and she's trying to make a scene...

"Louis can you hurry please? Dylan says his ex girlfriend is at the place and I don't know what he means by she's trying to make a scene." I say and he frowns.

"Alright. I'll try. We're a few minutes away." He says.

I hate speeding and I had to remind Louis to be careful numerous times. We get through with every light green. I get to the restaurant and tell Louis he can take off. He insists on staying for a minute or two until I text him that he can leave. I walk into the restaurant with my small healed boots hitting the floor. I see Dylan with a girl, fighting about something and quickly walk over. I place my arm around his waist and kiss his cheek. The girl across from me looks hurt. Oh well.

"This is who you're cheating on me with?!" She says and I furrow my eyebrows.

"He's been with me for two months." I say and she turns bright red.

"We're fucking engaged!" She yells and I leave Dylan's side.

"What? I thought you said you were engaged before you met me, but she walked out?" I ask and back up.

"Christ! So you've been cheating on me and you didn't even bother to tell the girl you're engaged!" The girl shouts.

"I'm confused..." I say and look at the silenced Dylan.

"Uh surprise." He says.

"Surprise! That's all you can say?" The girl asks.

"Four years we've been together. Four fucking years. Then you whore around with this girl a month before our day? You bastard!" She yells. My ears ring as my head spins. What's happening? He can't be with her, he's with me. I'm his girlfriend.

"I need to go. I think I might throw up. You sicken me." I say and feel tears pour out of my eyes.

"Phoebe-"

"Please stop." I say.

"That's Phoebe? You said Phoebe was your cousin. That's who called you the other night? You've been sleeping around while I've been planning our wedding?" The girl says.

"Holy shit. I need to go. I'm sorry whoever you are. I didn't know. I'm sorry." I sob and the girl's eyes flick to mine.

"Don't apologize. It's not your fault he chose you to whore around with. You have that pretty girl outlook who will sleep with anyone in hopes to find some guy to love her." The girl snaps and every word hits me like a knife stabbing through my chest.

"Johanna, let's just leave her." Dylan snaps.

"I need to go." I say for what seems like the fiftieth time. I get out of the place and lean against the cold window outside. I look in and see the two going at it some more. What the fuck did I do to deserve this? I drop to the ground and hide my head in my knees. Shit Louis is out here. I look up and see him staring down in his car. He must be waiting for the text. I get up and start walking away from the area. I can get far enough away and then I'll call my Rebecca. I don't want to get in the car with Louis looking like this. Plus he has plans. So does Rebecca. I need my own car. I can't rely on people anymore. I can't let anything happen again. My cheeks are soaking wet.

"Phoebe?" A voice asks. I swear to god if that's Dylan, I will kick him where the sun doesn't shine. I turn and see it's Louis.

"Oh Louis! Hi!" I hope the dark will hide my tears. Maybe my cheery tone will hide my pain.

"What the hell happened in there?" He asks.

"Oh n-nothing! I just want to w-walk home." I say. Curse the cold.

"It's a few miles." He says and I shake my head.

"What did he do?" Louis asks after I don't reply.

"He's engaged. Okay? Happy you have your answer?!" I shout and he cringes a bit.

"Fuck." Louis says and walks away. I watch him head to the car, but as he does, he turns into the restaurant. I go down the street and look inside the window to see Louis yelling at Dylan. I walk inside and stare at them.

"You're a fucking sick bastard." Louis says.

"Oh fuck off." Dylan says.

"Can we please just leave?" I ask.

"I don't know why you haven't left already." The girl says and I feel my heart twinge.

"She did nothing to you. Leave her the fuck alone. It isn't her fault that you have an untrustworthy fiancé." Louis says. The nauseous feeling returns and I stare at the three people. Dylan shoves Louis's chest making him fall back slightly and straighten his shirt.

"I'm not fighting with you." Louis says and walks over to me.

"Now, are you ready to go?" Louis asks. I look behind him and see the girl in tears pulling on Dylan's shirt. She's holding him while he stares at me.

"Fucking leave!" The girl yells and my thoughts are broken. I rush out of the restaurant and lay against the wall. Louis walks out and stands next to me.

"I swear to god if that's on the news tomorrow, I'm hitting the guy." Louis says and I cringe. I didn't even think about the papers. I run to the nearest trash can and throw up. I can't stand holding it in anymore.

"Shit are you alright?" I hear Louis ask and his hand starts rubbing my back.

"Peachy." I say. I wipe my eyes and turn around.

"Can we leave?" I ask and Louis nods.

"Of course." He says. We cross the street to get to the car and his hand remains on my back. It seems to be leading me on the small journey. He helps me in and I feel his hand leave my back immediately. I wanted to go home. I needed to I home.