Sad: Louis Tomlinson Imagine

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"Eat your veggies darling!" Louis playfully shouted. I glare at him as he takes a bite of one of his carrots and gives me a satisfying look. "What darling? I only want you to be strong and healthy like me!" Louis shouts before jumping on the couch and flying off. 

"Louis!" I screamed as he ran back onto the couch and redid his little superman act. "Knock it off! You're going to destroy the furniture!" He just laughs at me in return.

"I'm not a little kid, don't worry." He says before flying off the couch again.

"You act like a little kid, Louis! And thats why I worry. When are you ever going to grow up?" You ask before dumpung your plate into the sink and crossing your arms. Louis stared at me, almost as if he was hurt. "Louis, don--" 

"It's okay (y/n). I understand that I'm not what you want. I'm not mature, I'm not the best looking, I'm not--"

"Woah Louis! What are you doing? You're just putting words into my mouth. I love you.. for you! I don't want you to change." I say as I take a seat down next to him on the couch. 

"But you want me to grow up." He says, as he scoots farther away from me. 

"Of course I do hun. It's just that everybody has to grow up eventually, and I think you need to start. You're not forever young." I say as I rest my hand on his lap.

"But you said you don't want me to change. And also that you love me for me. Being immature and having fun is a big part of who I am. You're trying to take that away from me!" Louis protests as he quickly stands up. 

"Louis calm down, I'm just saying whats best for us." I say as I look up at him from my lower level. 

"So me changing is whats best for us?" He asks, his voice cracking.

"Louis, sweetie. I didn't mean it like that." I say gripping onto his hand.

"It might be good for you, but it's not for me. (y/n) I love you. But you lied to me. You don't love me... for me. And so I just can't take us further." Louis then starts to walk out of the living room. 

"Wait Louis. We're splitting up?" I ask as I get off the couch and run up to him, standing in front of him so that he couldn't walk away.

"Yes, (y/n). I'm sorry." I could see Louis was already began to get emotional, his eyes were getting watery and his voice was breaking. This was all my fault. And all because I couldn't love him... for him.

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