One Direction Imagines

Louis Imagine

Just a random Louis imagine i wrote today when i got bored ..enjoy c;

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You're sitting on the couch in the living room of the flat you share with your boyfriend Louis, watching the telly. You're waiting for him to come home from a concert.
You pick up your phone out of boredom to check your mentions. You're horrified at the disrespectful things fans are tweeting you. Usually, you just ignore the hate, but today it's especially bad. People are tweeting you things like, "Louis doesn't love you. He loves Harry," "Louis is gay, just letting you know. He's in love with Harry, not your ugly ass," and "Larry Stylinson > you. #sorrynotsorry." You start to feel tears in your eyes but try to remind yourself that Louis DOES love you. It's hard to believe that, though, because so many people are telling you the opposite.
You hear the door to the flat open and look up to see Louis standing at the door with a huge smile on his face. You make an effort to hide your sadness and smile back at him.
"Hello beautiful," he tells you before whisking you off of the couch and pulling you into a warm hug.
You pull away after a few seconds and smile. "Hey Lou. How was the concert?" you ask him as the two of you sit down on the couch together.
"Really good! The fans were so loud, it was amazing."
"I'm so proud of you," you tell him, noticing how happy he looks.
"Thanks, love," he replies, grinning at you. "How was YOUR night?"
"Um..." you drift off, thinking of what to say. "It was alright."
You don't want to keep reading through the hate, but you can't help yourself. You glance down at your phone and your fake smile vanishes at the newest tweets in your interactions.
"[Y/N]?" Louis says worriedly. "What's wrong?"
You put your middle finger and thumb in the tearducts of your eyes to stop yourself from crying. Your voice cracks as you speak. "I...I try to ignore the hate, but...it's just hard sometimes."
Louis' face hardens at your words and he quickly embraces you. You can't hold the tears back any longer and you cry into Louis' shoulder while he comfortingly rubs circles into your back.
He lets go of you and stares at you with eyes full of anger. "Who?"
"Who what?" you whisper, confusion on your face.
"Who made you upset? Whoever it was is dead to me."
"It...it's nothing, Lou. It's just your fans, on twitter...it's okay. I can deal with it."
Louis holds out his hand so it is faced palm up. "Let me see your phone."
"Louis, really. I'm--"
"I want to see it," he interrupted in a serious tone.
You sigh and set your phone in his hand. His eyes grow wide as he reads the mentions on your phone and his face looks even more furious as he scrolls.
He grabs your cheeks in his hands and moves his face closer to you so it's only a couple inches away from yours. He stares into your eyes determinedly as he talks. "[Y/N], you are the most beautiful girl I have ever known and I love you. I know I haven't told you until now, and this isn't exactly the way I preferred to tell you, but it's true. I'm in love with you, and only you. You're the only person I want to be with, ever. I don't want to be with Harry, or any other guy for that matter, because I'm straight. I'm sorry if I'm scaring you off, but...I...I just, I love you, [Y/N]."
You feel your eyes fill with tears of happiness. "I love you too, Louis," you manage to whisper. You have a huge smile stuck on your face, and you don't think it's leaving anytime soon. Louis pulls your face to his, kissing you slowly and passionately. You grin into the kiss, a moment that was terrible a few minutes ago suddenly turning into one of the best days of your life. You're in love with Louis Tomlinson, and you've never felt happier.