(a highly requested part two hehehe)
HIS POV:
I watch her walk away from me. Tears of glass running down her beautiful face as she turns around and runs to her car.
Her hair blowing behind her in the wind. I don't understand how she doesn't see how incredible she really is.
She is the most gorgeous Lady I have ever seen in my life. Her beauty cannot he matched, the way her eyes shine whenever she's happy and the way her nose scrunches up adorably when she's confused. And even though she says it's 'completely unorthodox', I find myself wanting to wrap my arms around her even when we are having an argument.
I love her so much.
I love the way she smiles.
I love the way she walks.
I love the way she holds herself.
I love the way she's not afraid to speak out about wrong doings.
I love the way she shys away in public because it reassures me that she needs me.
I love everything about her with everything in my being.
The tears come down more heavily now more than ever as I watch her car grow smaller and smaller down the road.
If we didn't come in the same car I would be driving next to her car and climbing into hers just so I can feel her next to me and know she's still mine.
I turn around to see my Mum, my Dad and my Sisters all huddled up in the doorway.
My mum has a couple of tears on her face and my dad looks at me with pity while my sisters stand there will guilt laced within every feature of their faces.
Anger rises up in me as I look at my sisters. They appear almost unrecognisable to me now. How could they? The amount of hours I've spent talking to them about y/n in the highest way and the first time they meet her, they cause her to doubt herself so much she breaks up with me.
They chases away the one constant in my life, the one ray of light that would have always been there for me even in the early hours of the morning.
I stand there, my mouth opening and closing again as I struggle to find the words to say.
Instead, I storm up to the house and run upstairs to get my coat. I quickly slip it on before running back downstairs and grabbing my mums car keys off the kitchen counter, I then run towards the door.
Just as I start the engine, I hear two knocks on the window. I roll the window down and turn to see Millie and Izzy with their coats on themselves.
"What?" I spit harshly.
Millie winces at my tone but Izzy just sighs.
"Please can we come with you Lou? I need to talk to her and apologise. It's clear her intentions aren't at all what we thought." Izzy says leaning into the window.
"How can I trust you after what you just said to her? She left me because you both couldn't listen when I told you not to read the tabloids when I first met her!" I shout, feeling completely infuriated with the both of them.
They stare at me sadly before I unlock the back doors.
They smiles gratefully and get in, belting them selfs up and staying quiet for the journey to
Y/n's.
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YOUR POV:
When you got in, your house was unsurprisingly empty.
You ran straight upstairs to wash your face and get off all of the make up that have dripped down your face from the persistent tears.
After, you went downstairs and sat on your sofa with a box of tissues and the scrapbook Louis made you for your birthday a few weeks ago.
More tears spill out of your eyes and onto the pages making the paper turn a shade darker and a tiny bit transparent.
Looking at the photos of you as your friendship developed into a relationship makes you regret breaking up with him even more.
The ache in your chest only gets worse as you read the captions under each picture.
'The day we met' ,
'The first time I kissed you' ,
'Our first date' ,
'Our second date' ,
'Our third date' ,
'Will you be my girlfriend' ,
'She said yes! ;)' ,
'Our first sleepover'
You smile, tracing each caption with your finger tips, desperate to feel close to Louis again in anyway possible.
As you turn the page, you notice a new entry.
'Meet the parents! <3' , with a black and white photo of you in your robe doing your hair.
He must've taken this today when you were getting ready. You smile at the thought of him sneaking around in order to put the photo in your book.
The sound of your doorbell breaks you out of your trance and so you get up, placing the book down on your coffee table and heading towards the door.
You are taken aback as you open it to see Izzy and Millie anxiously standing there.
Your eyes drift past them to see Louis sat in his mums car talking to himself.
You want to smile but given the current circumstance, you find yourself unable to.
"We are really, really sorry" Millie starts by saying.
"I know apologies are never going to fix this, but I hope it at least helps. I truly am sorry and I'm disgusted with myself and the fact I believed what I read online. It's clear by what you said to Louis earlier that you love him so dearly, more than any of us could even hope a girl could. Even though I disliked you earlier, it hurt to hear you talking about yourself the way you did. I'm truly sorry I hope you can forgive us" Izzy says, having tears in her eyes. I feel for her, she's probably terrified she's going to lose the bond she had with her brother.
"It's okay. I'm glad we can get along in the future and are able to work on this. And don't worry, I'll forget about it so we can just live on" You say pulling them in for hugs.
Today had been to emotionally damaging for you to put up a fight.
They smile and mutter thankyous before turning around and walking back to their mums car.
Louis then frantically gets out and runs towards you and wrapping you in his arms as tight as he can after seeing the smile he loves so much back on your face.
He heavily breathes into your neck as he kisses it affectionately, trying to be close to you again.
You wrap your arms up around his neck and lace your fingers in his messy hair.
"I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry" He says over and over again, running his fingers through your hair.
"Louis it's okay, you've done nothing wrong, it's me who should be apologising" you say pulling away from him.
"For what?" He scoffs.
"For causing a scene in front of your family, I truly am sorry" you say sadly.
He smiles at you before tilting your chin up and kissing you passionately.
"I love you. You are so beautiful baby and you should never ever feel like you don't deserve me, is quite the opposite" he says seriously as you bury your face in his chest.
"I love you too" You say, hugging your boyfriend again and silently making your promises to stay with him forever.
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So here's part two.
I hope it was okay, I dont know.
Anyway,
I love you!! 💜