'Happy Birthday!'
You wake up to your husband - Louis Tomlinson - wishing you happy birthday.
'Thanks Lou!' you say, giving him a hug.
He hands you a box wrapped in blue wrapping-paper, 'Here's your present!'
You smile, and tear off the paper.
Its a set of kitchen knives.
'Ah, knives? Okay?' You say.
'Oh you know y/n, I thought you might like them?' Louis says smiling a cheeky smile.
'I've already got a set of knives!' You laugh, trying to hide the awkwardness of the situation.
'WHAT? WHY DIDN'T YOU TELL ME?' Louis shouts, stamping his feet.
You sit there, not sure why he's making such a big deal.
Louis picks up a knife and stands in the corner of your bedroom, his back facing you.
'Lou?' You say, 'I'm sorry I-,'
He turns around and stabs you.
You die
The End
