Louis Tomlinson Imagines

You Fight

Your Point of View
Louis went out yet again to a bar. I mean I get they're on break but this is quite ridiculous. I know his new single is making him busy as well but now he's just going to bars for the fun of it. I wish he would just spend time with me. It's almost midnight and I'm freaking out. I called Lottie. "H-hello?" She sounded sleepy. "Did Louis crash at your house?" I said worridly. "No? Why?" "He's been out since 6pm and hasn't showed yet. I've gotten used to it now that he's been doing it for so long, but I still get worried." I said. "That's nothing like Louis... I'm sure he'll come around." Then I heard a door slam from downstairs. "Uhm... he's here. Thanks Lots. Sorry to wake you." I said. "No problemo. G'night." I hung up and quickly ran downstairs. "Louis! Where have you been? I've been worried sick!" I wasn't angry, just worried. "None of your business." He said, pushing past me. "But it is. I was worried about you Lou." He turned around and said, "You're not my mother, Y/N. Stop treating me like a child." He glared. "B-but, Louis... You didn't call or text me to tell me where you were. It wouldn't kill you to spend time with me you know. Louis, I lo-" "I don't need to tell you where I've been. Stop being so darn clingy." He pushed me and I hit the ground. "Fine, Louis! Have it your way! I'll just leave! Have a nice life without me, Louis!" I got up off the floor and ran into out room, putting stuff in a suitcase and scurrying out the door. He didn't even try to stop me. I drove to my old flat and shut the door. I slid down to the floor and started to sob. "Why Louis? Why?" I still love him, despite everything he's done. I slowly got up and put the suitcase in my room. Many picture frames were on the wall of Louis and I. I collapsed on the bed and cried, breathing in scent. I picked up the sweatshirt he left here and put it on, taking in his smell and letting out heart breaking sobs. I looked up sad songs and Harry's new single came up. Sign of the Times...

Just stop your crying
It's a sign of the times
Welcome to the final show
Hope you're wearing your best clothes

You can't bribe the door on your way to the sky
You look pretty good down here
But you ain't really good

We never learn, we been here before
Why are we always stuck and running from
The bullets, the bullets?
We never learn, we been here before
Why are we always stuck and running from
The bullets, the bullets?

Just stop your crying
It's a sign of the times
We gotta get away from here
We gotta get away from here
Just stop your crying
It'll be alright
They told me that the end is near
We gotta get away from here

Just stop your crying
Have the time of your life
Breaking through the atmosphere
And things are pretty good from here

Remember, everything will be alright
We can meet again somewhere
Somewhere far away from here

We never learn, we been here before
Why are we always stuck and running from
The bullets, the bullets?
We never learn, we been here before
Why are we always stuck and running from
The bullets, the bullets?

Just stop your crying
It's a sign of the times
We gotta get away from here
We gotta get away from here
Just stop your crying
Baby, it will be alright
They told me that the end is near
We gotta get away from here

We never learn, we been here before
Why are we always stuck and running from
The bullets, the bullets?
We never learn, we been here before
Why are we always stuck and running from
The bullets, the bullets?

We don't talk enough
We should open up
Before it's all too much
Will we ever learn?
We've been here before
It's just what we know