"Home"
"Thanks for helping out, Louis." Florence says, softly. Her ex-boyfriend puts the last of her boxes into her car.
"No problem."He answers, avoiding eye contact with her. Florence notices but doesn't say anything about it, there was nothing to say without making things more awkward between them.
Louis trailed behind Florence into the house. She picked up her phone and car keys from the counter before stopping at the door. Louis and Florence stared at each other for a minute before pulling in for a hug.
"Take care, Lou." Florence smiles. Her heart breaks a little when she sees Louis give her a sad grin.
"You too, Florence."
Florence waved at Louis before going into her car. Louis had the same facial expression as five minutes ago. She pulled out of the driveway and looked in her rear view mirror to see that he was no longer standing at the door way. Florence sighed and continued to drive to her friends house.
She started to wonder where she would be if they didn't break up after three years and a half. Probably still laying in bed, not waking up at seven to pack Florence's things into her BMW. It wasn't much to pack but it took one hour, both secretly trying to make their time together last longer even though it didn't feel right.
Florence stopped at the red light and tried to remember how she and Louis first met.
Florence grabbed another cup from the bartender and drank all of it in only a few gulps. She told the bartender to get one more drink, even though she said that four drinks ago. Just then, a boy with sky blue eyes slides into the seat next to her.
"Haven't you had enough drinks?" He asks. Florence shook her head.
"There is no such things as too many drinks." She slurred. The boy laughed and took a swig of his own drink.
"True," he agreed.
The whole night Florence stayed next to Louis and getting a ride from him the next day.
Florence smiled at the memory as she pressed on the gas pedal lightly. She was swaying in the happy thought. Their relationship was healthy, what has gone wrong?
The same question ran through her head over and over again. Then she remembered their first fight.
"Lou, where are you?" Florence yelled over the music.
She was lost in a club, a little drunk but she was sober enough to know what she's doing. She finally spotted Louis next to the restrooms, drinking beer.
"Louis," Florence scolded, "you told me that it's my night and get as drunk as I want. You also told me you wouldn't drink anything so you could drive us home."
Louis put his drink up to Florence's mouth. "Then why are you sober? Get a drink, love." He offered.
Florence was furious. "No! I knew you wouldn't keep your promise."
Half of their dates consisted of getting drunk anyways. It started at the bar and if seems like it's going to end at the bar.
She dragged her boyfriend out of the bar and drove to her house.
She watched Louis sleep on her bed at 2 in the morning while sipping a cup of coffee.
The cycle continued for one more year. One month they'd get in a fight then another fight a few months later. They finally had to face the truth: this was not a healthy relationship.
Florence frowned. What happens to all the good times we had?
"I can't believe we just did that." Louis laughed, quietly. Florence and Louis stood at the back of a movie theater, out of breath from running form security.
Florence smiled at Louis. "We should go," she breathed, "before they find us."
Louis nods and walks with Florence to their car.
They laid on their bed in the dark room. "Tonight was fun." Louis whispers into Florence's brown hair. He feels her nod her head.
"Yeah," She agrees.
"Hmm." Louis starts to hum the tune to one of one directions old songs. Soon he starts to sing the word last quietly.
"So get out, get out, get out of my head and fall into my arms instead."
Florence giggled and snuggled deeper into Louis' chest. She started to sing along with him.
"Now I'm climbing the walls. But you don't notice at all." She sang.
Soon enough they were singing the lyrics to One Thing at the top of their lungs and jumping on the bed.
Louis fell back into the pillows, breathless. "I'm tired."
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"Tag, you're it!"
Florence turned around to see Louis already far from her, but she eventually trapped him in the corner.
"Tag you're it!" She playfully punched Louis in the shoulder and ran. When she didn't hear Louis running after her she turned around to see Louis next to the kitchen table with an ice pack where she hit him. She slowly started walking towards him, making sure he wasn't faking or anything.
"You okay, Angel?" She asked. Louis nodded.
"Geez, did I hit you that hard? I'm sorry." She apologized. Louis smiled at her.
"It's fine. We're even anyways." He says, innocently.
Florence eyed him. "What do you mean?"
"Tag, you're it!"
Florence smiled and shook her head. What am I doing?
She thought about her decision. Yeah, they had a lot of good times and a lot of bad times. If they've been doing it for almost a year now, they can work something out.
Florence shook her head again and took a turn.
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Louis opened the door. He was the t-shirt that was Florence's favorite and the boxers that she always wore. There was no doubt he missed her already.
"Florence," he gasped, "w-what are you doing here."
Florence shrugged, "I uh.. I forgot something."
Louis looked behind him and saw nothing of Florence's things there. He turned around, "really?"
Florence giggled, "no silly." She grabbed Louis' neck and pulled him in for a kiss.
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Idk was that a crappy ending?? Anyways YAY THREE NEW BOOKS watch out for HARRY FICS WOW
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this was Like a long imagine or Like a one shot (? I'm not sure)