The Break Up Series - Five Oneshots

The Break Up - Louis Tomlinson

The house smelled like a home-cooked meal. There was a dim evening glow coming from the windows as I stepped in quietly, mostly to make sure she didn’t come sprinting down the hallway to yell at me. 

"Where have you been?" 

I froze, knowing I’d been caught.

"I was with Harry. We were just out playing football." I shrugged.

She tapped her foot and sighed, “Louis, I’ve been here all day. I’ve been cleaning and doing laundry and watching out for Molly. I could have benefitted from your help.” 

I went up to her, “I’m sorry, love.” My hands rubbed her arms and I leaned in for a kiss.

She turned her head away and walked into the kitchen, “I’m not in the mood for your apology or kisses right now.” She stirred whatever was in a pot on the burner. 

"Oh come on," I groaned. "What did I do that was so bad?"

She quickly turned and rolled her eyes at me. “Molly has had a fever all day. If she goes up a couple more degrees, I’m taking her to A&E. You’ve been out all day with fucking Harry! Didn’t you once stop to think, ‘Hm, maybe my wife needs help with the baby? Or dinner? Or anything in the fucking house!’” 

"Stop it! Just stop it!" I shouted at her, "You’re always nagging on me!" 

She shut her mouth, shrugging her shoulders. "Nagging you?" Her face was red and her eyes were puffy from crying. “Whatever.” She said quietly, which might have been scarier than her yelling. “Sorry for nagging.” She said with a venomous bite to her words. 

Her hips swayed as she retreated down the hall. I followed right behind her, “You can’t keep shutting down on me; we yell at each other and then you stop and refuse to speak to me. That doesn’t solve anything.”

She sat in a huff on the bed. “I don’t know what to tell you, Louis!” Her voice sounded harsh and furious, “You’re always out having fun and I’m here alone all day in this house with our daughter.” Her lips quivered at the mention of Molly. “Do you ever think of anyone but yourself?” 

I rolled my eyes, “Of course I do. Look at all that I do for you! Look at all that I’ve ever done for Molly, too!” 

"There’s something wrong with us and … maybe it’s time we just separate." She said, hardly above a whisper. "Molly doesn’t deserve a life where her mum and dad are at each other’s throats day after day." She wiped her tears with the sleeve of her shirt. My heart felt torn apart. Was this really what we had come to?

"You’re kidding me, right?" I said, hands on my hips and sarcasm in my voice. "We don’t need to separate."

"Are you telling me, or convincing yourself?" She asked, standing and walking to the closet. Her quick hands pulled a duffel and a pile of clothes. "I’m going to my mum’s." She walked into Molly’s room.

I peeked in, she threw clothes and toys and diapers in the bag and zipped it. She placed Molly in the carrier and buckled her in safe.

"Don’t try to tell me I shouldn’t go. Don’t try to tell me that we belong together. Having a baby didn’t solve our relationship problems. Neither did getting married." Her shoulder brushed mine as she came through the doorway. 

"We just can’t stay together." She said, finding her purse and grabbing her things. "Molly will come with me tonight and I’ll drop her off on Monday night if she’s feeling better."

Almost as if she closed my throat shut, I couldn’t breath, couldn’t speak. This was happening. The love of my life is leaving, breaking up with me. I can’t comprehend this.

I grabbed her bag before she got to it, “Please.” I said, “Don’t go.”

"Louis." She shook her head. "We can’t do this anymore."

I had no choice but to let her go.