One Direction Preferences (Interracial-Bwwm)

You Fighting //Louis//

It was the day before Christmas Eve and you were currently doing your last minute shopping for your family as well as Louis' family. You knew this holiday would be rough for the family, with Louis' mom passing so you wanted to make sure all the gifts were meaningful. You dropped the last present into your basket and made your way to check out. Patiently, you waited for your turn on the line. When you finally made it to the front, your phone went off. With a sigh you loaded your items on the conveyor belt and then reached into your bag, accepting the call.
"Baby, I'm going to be home a little late today. Briana wants me to pick up Freddie today instead of tomorrow. I'm sorry," Louis says quickly through the phone. You couldn't be mad at him because his child did come first. You paid for your items and grabbed the bags.
"It's okay, I like when Freddie comes over. I'll just start dinner later on today then. Do you have an idea when you will be back?" Louis tells you the time and you were fine with it. Once you guys were done talking on the phone you walked to your car, placing the bags in the passenger seat. The drive home was quick.
When you got inside you immediately wrapped up the remaining presents and placed them under the tree. You were actually pretty excited for Freddie to becoming that day. He was just the cutest little baby ever. Freddie made you want to have a kid of you own in the future. You sat on the couch watching reruns on the newest season of the bad girls club. On the commercial breaks you would scroll through your social media, snooping around to see what everyone around you was up too. It was about an hour before Louis would get home. Somehow you got on Briana's page and saw her newest post. It was a picture of Louis sleeping on the couch with Freddie nestled under his arms. The caption of the picture said 'like father like son, I love my boys' with a whole bunch of heart emojis. Her boys? Oh hell no.
You dialed Louis' number, waiting for him to answer. However, the call went straight to voicemail. Your blood was boiling, you needed him to answer his phone. You tried calling him again. After the fifth phone call, Louis finally answered his phone.
"Are you okay? Why do you keep calling babe? I'm driving." Louis spoke.
"I'm fine, but you won't be if you don't tell me why Briana posted a picture on her page talking about you being her "boy"!" You confronted him. You could hear Freddie clapping in the background as Louis let out a sigh.
"I don't know why she did that, I'll talk to her and tell her to take it down." He tells you.
"That's not enough, first of all why does she even have that kind of photo with you? That is not our couch, so clearly she took that picture." You frowned, waiting to hear what excuse Louis would come up with.
"I'm not cheating on you with her if that's what you are implying. I fell asleep on the couch, the drive back and forth can be draining sometimes." Louis admits and he was telling the truth.
"Uh huh, well you know what,you don't even have to deal with her about the picture. I'll do it myself." You hung up the phone despite Louis' protest and dialed Briana's number.
"Hello?"
"Hi, Briana? Yeah, it's Y/n... you see I have a little bitty problem. I was scrolling happily on Instagram and happen to see the post you posted today. I don't know what game you're trying to play, but I never signed up to be a player, so I'm going to need you to delete the image. Thanks." You tell her sweetly.
"No."
You pulled the phone away from you ear and let out a little laugh.
"No?"
"No." she repeats, "you're not the boss of me. I can post whatever I want."
"Ha. So you're trying to boss out now?" You licked your lips sitting up straight, "listen sweetheart, I don't know if you're trying to be cute or something, but I'm not the one. So I suggest you delete the picture. I'm not going to argue with you. Louis is mine,not yours. You may have a child with him, but I have the ring. Hate to break it to you sugar plum, he's going to marry me. So if you want to be a sorry hoe and leave it up go ahead. It just shows that you're a wannabe side hoe. Yet you can't even accomplish that title either because he wouldn't touch you with a ten foot pole."
Briana was silent for a few seconds before she finally responded.
"Clearly he did want to touch me because I have a kid with him."
"He was drunk Briana, he didn't even know he had sex with you. If you want to be real, honestly you raped him. Just delete the picture. You look desperate. I'm done with this conversation."