i promise- louis partridge (editing)

the divorce

y/n's pov
i wake up to the noise of shouting, "they are arguing again" i think to myself. i shut my eyes tightly, trying to go back to sleep. after what seems like a few minutes, i hear something break. i sigh and put on a cardigan. this wasn't something new. my parents always argue, but for the last few months it's gotten quite serious. as i slowly make my way downstairs, i put my hair in a low bun. i stop at the fourth step when i hear my mum scream, "here are the divorce papers, i'm done!"

that sentence echos in my head, getting louder by the second. i run up the stairs and slam the door, harder than usual to make sure they hear. i slowly creep into bed, pulling the covers over me. i cry, i cry my eyes out.

i never thought it would get so serious. sure they argue but a divorce. it was quite unexpected.

after what seems like a an hour, i hear footsteps followed by a knock. i mutter "come in" and see my mum. she slowly shuts the door behind her and sits on the side of bed. "so... i'm guessing you heard" y/m/n softly says. i don't reply. i lift my head from under the covers and i see my mother with red puffy eyes. they match mine. i can clearly tell she has been crying, and she sees i've been crying as well. "but why?" i question her. y/m/n holds my hand and tells me, "i'm tired of arguing everyday and i'm tired of putting you through all this. you watch us argue every single time, aren't you tired?" i nod your head. i agree with her, not because i have to. but it's true.

i often come home to them fighting, i hear them fighting while dinner or lunch. not breakfast since they start work at different times. sometimes, i see my mum creeping into my room into the middle of the night because she can't stand my dad. she doesn't tell me but her facial expressions do. and there are many more things, but i will admit. i am tired of it all.

after a few minutes of silence and staring at the floor, she breaks the silence. "we will be leaving this house tomorrow. i suggest you start packing." i nod at her and give her a warm smile. she gets up and reaches for the door handle. "get ready and come down for breakfast." she says and shuts the door after she leaves.

i get up, make my bed and go for a shower. hoping it will wash away all the stress. after 20 minutes, i make my way downstairs to see the place is a mess. my eyes widen, my mother sees my facial expression and tells me in a angrily tone, "since its his house, it's his mess and he will clean the mess." i smile at this side of my mother, she has always been a nice woman. so it's rare to see this side of her.

i sit on the kitchen island and see a plate of pancakes. i thank my mother for the breakfast and she leaves for work. she informs me that she will be back late tonight so i should get dinner and sleep on time. i nod and we bid our goodbyes.

after checking socials and finishing my breakfast i wash the dishes and make my way upstairs. "i guess i should start packing" i think to myself.

a/n

hey guys. i'm sorry that louis isn't in this chapter. i hope you guys enjoyed the first chapter and i'm sorry if there are any mistakes. make sure to vote and share. leave your requests in the comments. stay safe.