Yours (Louis Tomlinson)

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Louis's POV

She can't just do this. Phoebe cannot just dump me like that and want me to flick right back to her when she realizes how much she cares. I'm fucking mad about that girl, but this was bad, really bad. I've been miserable while she has been ignoring me. One day, I bumped into her in the hall, praying she'd say something back when I apologized, but she just kept walking. Do you know how much it hurts when the person you love just walks by without looking at you? I couldn't even get a glance from her. I love her, but I don't like this side of her, the nervous one that acts on impulse without a care in the world. She wasn't thinking of us when she broke this, she was thinking about what she thinks is the inevitable, even though that's far from the truth. I'd see her at least once a month, whether I flew home or she flew out, but she never gave me time to talk. She never let me explain things to her. She had to do things her way, and now she finally regrets it and I'm not sure what I'm going to do when she arrives.

"Phoebe is about five minutes or so away." Harry says and I shrug. He knows how I feel about the phone call and all of this in the past few minutes. I refused to pick up the phone the first time it rang, but then I began to worry something was wrong because she hadn't spoken to me at all. I called her back because I began to worry if she was hurt somewhere or needed help, of course. She does that to me. I worry about her and all she does. If she had been hurt and I wasn't there when she needed me, I don't know what I would do.

"She's going to be here soon." He tells me and I nod.

"How's she going to get in? They blocked off the area." I point out.

"I showed them a picture of you two I found on my phone and said she's okay to get in as long as she says her name is Phoebe." He says. He has a picture of us? Wait, that doesn't matter. Why is he so on board with her?

"Thanks a lot Harry." I tell him. I'm trying to keep a level head, but it's almost like I can feel her getting closer and closer by the second. I begin to feel sick. I don't want to fight with her any longer. Half the time, no, more than half the time I want her sitting right next to me, talking about a book or anything. The other less than half of the time, I want her to move to a cold place where she can sit by herself for a bit and feel numb, kinda like I feel when she's not here.

"I'll leave now." Harry says and walks away. I turn my head and see her run at me with some flower in her hand. She's slightly in pain, I can tell.

"I just ran home from work to say I'm sorry and I love you to find you're leaving today, picked up this stupid flower along the way, got through a mob of your fans, and ran all the way up here. My ankle hurts, I love you, and all I have to say to you is sit down." She says and I do. This is the most she's spoken to me in the past month. I'm in shock more than awe.

"I'm an idiot, okay? I love you a lot, like probably more than is considered healthy, but I do regardless. I messed up because my mind freaked out and I regret all of this-"

"Like you said you regretted starting anything with me?" I cut her off. She's really putting on a show, panting and all. I know her ankle bothers her, but part of me wonders why she's even here. Why hurt herself for me?

"Don't cut me off, Louis. I fricken love you and I don't want you to leave. I'll be honest, I'm not thrilled that this is your choice occupation and that you'll be gone a lot. Im realizing that I love you too much to let you escape the madwoman you call Bee. So please don't really leave me." She says, but I just can't get a grip on this. How come this is just coming to her? I thought she was prepared for this time away from one another. She needs to be if she loves me.

"Don't do that face. That's not a happy face." She says. I realize I'm frowning quite a lot like the grumpy men from the muppet movies.

"I'm not happy." I say once I get my mind back on track. This is sickening to think about never talking to her, to never hear her voice again.