DARK ONE DIRECTION IMAGINES

He Used Me (pt.4)

My phone kept ringing, and ringing, and ringing. "Shut up phone.." I mumbled, my head in my hands, dried tears on my cheeks.

"[Y,N], look I'm sorry I know El, is your best friend..but I just needed to let of some steam. I know that isn't really an excuse, but I really love you and I don't know what I was thinking that night. I know you'll never forgive me..but if you ever need anything just call.." I heard his voicemail debating if I should answer it or not.

I stood up, walking over to the phone, picking it up, and dialed his number.

"I'm so going to regret this.." I numbed right before he- she answered.

"Stop calling him, he's doesn't love you anymore. So please go take care of your mistake baby, without him..your not wanted and never will be. Buh bye."

I dropped the phone causing the cord to unhook from the wall outlet. My jaw dropped.

Why is she answering his phone? Maybe he left that voicemail for me as a joke. He wouldn't, he's not like th-

I was snapped outta my thoughts when I heard my front door open. "Hey." Louis, smiled. I glared and stomped away.

"What the hell is your problem?" He chuckled. "Why are you laughing, everything is a joke to you Louis!"

He stood there just looking at me. "What the hell crawled up your ass today?!" He said a little louder.

"Was that voicemail just a joke?" I said turning around, biting my lip holding back tears. "No.." He stood up, walking over to me, turning me around by my shoulders. He wiped away my tears with him thumb.

"Why did you take that as a joke?" He asked, looking a little frustrated. "E-Eleanor" I choked on my tears. "She told me to go take care of my mistake baby myself.."

Before I could finish my sentence, Louis, searched his pockets for his phone. "What the.." He said, not being able to find it.

"That arse has my phone!" He hollered, he walked over to the phone, plugging it back into the wall, dialing a number.

I ran over to him, pulling the phone away from him.

"What are you doing??"

"Calling someone." He pulled the phone back to his ear. "Duh." He pulled a derp face, waiting for whoever he was calling to answer.

I sighed, walking into my tiny living room, plopping down on the couch. "Why do you have my phone!"

Shit..