“Louis, I don’t wanna!” You groan as your boyfriend Louis pulls you through the crowded streets of New York. He stops walking as you say this and pouts.
“Why not?” He asks.
“Because, I just…I dunno.” You sigh.
“Is something wrong?” Louis asks.
You sigh. Better tell him now.
“What is it?” Louis asked.
You look at Louis. “I feel like lately, we’ve been doing whatever you wanna do and you shoot down whatever idea I give you.”
“I do not!”
“Yes you do, Louis! I said let’s stay home and not fly to America and you completly ignored me.”
Louis sighed. “There’s a reason that I wanted to take you here, but since you obviously don’t care, just go back home.”
You rolled your eyes. “Jesus Louis, calm down.” You tell him.
“Don’t tell me to calm down!” Louis said. He stormed off.
You blinked and sighed.
Walking back to the hotel, you heard people calling you a whore, but you ignored it. Being Louis Tomlinson’s girlfriend, people were always calling you something awful, but you knew they were just doing it out of jealousy.
“Heartbreaker!” Someone yelled to you.
You stopped walking. That one was new. You turned to the person who had called you that and raised an eyebrow at them.
The girl walked up to you and threw a drink in your face. “Why the hell did you have to go and break Louis’ heart?! You whore!”
You blinked and coughed, the coffee was stinning your eyes.
“Answer me!”
“What the fuck are you talking about! Louis and I are still together!”
“Liar!”
“I’m not lying!” You yelled. Your eyes began to water because of anger, and because of the drink.
“You are too! Louis was seen bawling his eyes out after you two fought.”
“We didn’t fight! We had a dissagreement!”
“That’s fighting you stupid bitch.”
You sigh and say, “Look, unless you know the whole story, don’t get involved. I don’t care how much of a One Direction fan you are, you have no right to talk to me like that.”
“MEGAN!” Louis said from behind you.
Oh fuck. Just what you needed at the moment. Not. You turn and face Louis.
“Uh, can you excuse us?” Louis asked the fan polietly.
The fan nodded and walked away.
“Why are you being so rude?” Louis asked.
“She threw soda on me, Lou and she called me a whore and a heartbreaker!”
Louis rolled his eyes.
“You don’t believe me?”
“No.” Louis admitted.
You blinked and shook your head. “You know what? Forget it. Forget us, forget everything. I’m going back to England. My stuff will be out by the time you get home.” You told him. You began to walk away. Tears were stinning your eyes.
How did it come to this? How did it become to you and Louis constantly fighting and not believing you say to each other? When and why did this happen? Maybe you and Louis weren’t meant to be. Maybe that’s what it meant.
You stopped walking when you arrived at the hotel you had been staying and sat down on the steps. You began to cry.
“Are you done?” Louis’ voice asked softly when you stopped crying.
You looked up and narrowed your eyes at him. “What do you want?” You asked.
”To apologize.”
You were quiet.
“Megan, I was a jerk.” Louis said. He sat down next to you. “I hate seeing you upset and I guess I got so wrapped up in my surprise for you, I forgot to ask you how you felt.”
You wiped your eyes and were quiet.
“Can you forgive me?” Louis looked into your eyes. His eyes were just as red and puffy as yours.
You stayed quiet. You didn’t want to forgive Louis so easily.
“Please?” Louis begged. “Megan, I love you.”
“What surprise?” You ask, changing the subject.
Louis sighed. “I can’t show you if you don’t forgive me.” He said.
You looked at Louis and hugged him. “Fine, you’re forgiven.”
Louis smiled and kissed your cheek. “Now, do you want your surprise?”
You nod and stand up and head to Times Square with Louis. “Alright love, when we get to Times Square, I want you to close your eyes and on my count, I want you to open them.”
“Okay.” You giggle. You close your eyes when you get to Times Square.
“One, two, three, open!” Louis said.
You opened your eyes and gasped when you saw 'MEGAN, MARRY ME?' Coming across the jumbo screen. You glanced at Louis and smiled when you saw that he was down on his knee.
“Well?” Louis asked with a cheeky smile.
“Yes! Of course!” You said.
Louis stood up and kissed you, while everyone in Times Square cheered
