Promise//l.t

I'm Sorry, Okay?

"Where the hell have you been?!" I screeched as soon as Louis walked through the front door. Normally I wouldn't be this controlling but it was nearing three in the morning and the last time I saw Louis had been at nine.

"I told you, I was going out with my mates." Louis explained annoyingly.

"Yeah, but that was over four hours ago! I was worried sick! You didn't even leave me a call or send me a text just to let me know you were fine! Nothing!" I screamed.

And he screamed back, "Since when did you get so controlling?" And suddenly we were in a full on screaming match.

"Since my boyfriend disappeared for six hours without so much as an explanation!"

"Look, we got a little carried away and ended up staying for a few more hours. Calm down, woman."

Woman? "Louis how much have you had to drink?" I said, my voice calm but my eyes deadly.

"It's none of your business." Louis said with a scoff.

"None of my business?! None of my business? You go missing for-I repeat- six hours, and you come back wasted-to our home!- and it's none of my business?" Okay now I was really angry. Where was the Louis I knew and loved?

"Yeah, it's none of your business. You're not my mother and you can't control me!" Okay, now he was just acting like a child.

"Louis I'm not trying to control you. I just want to know where you've been and how  much you've drank?"

"Look, I already told you: the boys and I went out for some drinks."

"And you ended up staying there for six hours?" I said skeptically.

"YES! That's it, you got it. Now can you please just let me take an aspirin for my pounding headache and go take a shower before getting into bed?" Louis sighed, exasperatedly.

"Yes of course you can. But please-please-just tell me how much you've drank tonight. I'm just worried about you Louis."

"How am I supposed to remember how much I've had to drink?!" Louis shouted and I flinched away, scared.

"I-I'm sorry. You're right." I said weakly. I contemplated just leaving but honestly, I was more scared of Louis right now than I've ever been. He was intoxicated, and angry and frankly just scaring me.

"God If I would have known you would be this controlling then I would have never-" I cut him off before he could finish, gaining a new-found confidence in myself.

"You would have never what? You would have never asked me to move in with you?!"

"Exactly!" Louis yelled suddenly. I stared him down angrily and ran back into our room before he could see the tears in my eyes.

I opened up a suitcase and hastily threw in some of my belongings. This is exactly what I was afraid of.

As I was packing I felt soft arms wrap themselves around my waist. As much as I wanted to lean into his embrace he said it himself: he regrets moving in with me.

I forcefully shoved myself away from him. "Don't." I spat venomously.

"Look, I'm sorry, okay?" Louis sighed.

"No, it's not again. You promised me! You promised me you and I would never end! You promised! I guess your promises don't mean anything, right?" I stared him down before grabbing my already packed bag and pushing past him.

As I walked out the front door I ignored Louis calls after me and walked. Just walked. I didn't even walk for five minutes before realizing I had nowhere to go. I sat down in a nearby park bench and started crying. No, not crying, sobbing. I dropped my bag and just sat there, sobbing. Suddenly it started raining, and I got an eerie feeling of de ja vu. Then, I remembered: the night Louis and I first kissed, he had found me crying on a bench, in the rain. That was the best night of my life, all because of Louis.