One Direction Imagines

Louis: He Takes His Anger Out On You

Lately Louis has been very distant. I tried once or twice to talk to him about it, but he isn't opening up.

One Saturday afternoon, he is watching football on the couch, and I go to sit next to him.

I'll do this in half time. I tell myself, building up the courage to find out what is bothering him. This time I am not letting it go. I just want to help him, make him feel better.

"Do you want anything to eat or drink?" I offer gently.

"No." he replies.

"Are you sure? It won't be trouble to make you something." I continue.

"I said no. just stay quiet." He growls. I hate it when Louis gets angry. Absolutely hate it.

When Louis gets really angry, there's no stopping him. He'll say exactly what is on his mind and he has no filter. Not even towards me or his family. He once yelled at his twin sisters when they were staying over for the weekend and they were crying for about 2 hours until he apologised and took them for ice cream.

I know that he doesn't always mean what he says; he just wants to hurt the other person so they know what pain he is feeling. Sometimes he just goes too far.

"Louis, can we talk?" I cautiously ask him as the half time whistle blows.

"Hmm" he mumbles and faces me. I place my hand on his knee. He doesn't pull away, which considering yesterday is a huge improvement.

"Are you okay?" I ask him.

"Yeah. Don't worry about me." He says and stares at the TV again.

"Please Louis, can you tell me what's wrong? I know something is bothering you and I don't like you being so distant." I say, my voice soft and gentle.

Instead of him breaking down and telling me like I hoped, he jumps up from the couch.

"Can you please just leave me alone?! If I wanted you to know what's wrong I would have told you, don't you think?!" He yells.

I wince slightly but try to stay strong. For Louis. He's just angry. He doesn't mean it.

"Well what do you want from me Louis? I can tell something is bothering you, but you won't tell me what's wrong! What do you want me to do?!" I yell back.

"I want you to just stop being so clingy and trying to pry into my life!" He yells, the veins in his neck standing out.

"Louis, please calm down. Just tell me what's wrong and this won't be necessary!" I say, my voice soft yet strong.

"I don't want to tell you! If I wanted to I would have! You're just a clingy little bitch trying to push your nose into things it doesn't belong! It's my life and I don't want you in it!" He says loudly again. I blink twice before I register what he just said.

He doesn't want me in his life.

"I just wanted you to let me in." I softly say trying to keep the tears from coming.

"I don't care. Just leave. It's the only thing you can do right." He says, turning around.

I clamp a hand over my mouth to keep the sobs from coming out. I nod to myself since his back is turned to me. I grab my phone on the table and my keys in the bowl at the door, and then I walk out.

I turn once before closing to the door, to see if maybe Louis is showing even an ounce of remorse but he remains expressionless.