Louis: It's Wednesday, cleaning day for you and Louis. You were doing the laundry and notice a blonde hair on his shirt. Your hair looks NOTHING like that. Was he... Cheating on me? You put the contaminated shirt aside and finish the laundry. Still thinking. Who's hair could it be? You put the last few things in the washer and grab the shirt. Full of rage, you storm up the stairs. You tap him lightly and ask, "What's this?" He looks at you confused and says, "My shirt..?" "And what's on it?" "Stripes?" He's really confused. You just give up and tell him, "There is a blonde hair on it. Whose?" His confusing look drops to fear. "Is there a PROBLEM?" He gets into defense mode. "Yea, that you don't make me happy. So I drank a beer or two with a girl. She gave me a hug goodbye." "I-I don't make you happy? And she hugged you?" That stung really bad. Tears are coming on, but you decide to stay strong. He starts to feel a little softer now, and out of defense mode. "No I-" "NO Lou, if I don't make you happy then why are you with me? Obviously she makes you more happy if you would say that to my face." He is getting teary too. You don't even notice until now that you're crying a little. "No I never went to a bar, had beer or anything like that. Last person I hugged was my makeup/hair artist, and she's blonde." Oh, he tells me now? "Oh, why didn't you-" you feel lips slammed against yours, interrupting your sentence, and you both end up cuddling on the couch.
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One Direction Imagines
FanfictionHere are some imagines I wrote awhile ago when I was first into the fandom, haha. Not the greatest but that's my opinion! But here you go! :)
