Your One Direction Imagines!

Naomi's P.O.V

Louis and I make our way towards the entrance of the movie theater holding hands firmly as if we'd never let go. The weather seems to be too perfect, and the warm breeze blows my hair to one side annoying as I walk beside Louis. Just as we approve the doors of the theater Louis stops in his tracks, and pulls my arm.

"What?" I ask him before facing him.

"I'm not paying for shit," Louis whispers to me.

My eyes widen as I remember that I hadn't brought money myself. Why didn't he tell me before? In fact how can two tickets, and a bowl of popcorn be too expensive for him? He's a world wide known member of a famous boy band.

I sigh standing in front of him,"Well I didn't bring any money myself Louis," I pout at him in a bab-like manner.

"I don't mean I don't have the money. I just think it'd be easier without paying," Louis reasons back.

Louis and I have been together for a while. And I know his sarcasm, his jokes, and his attitude whatnot. But what he just said makes no sense whatsoever. So I shrug wanting an answer.

"We'll just sneak in," Louis answers.

Sneak in? Is he serious? We'll get caught!

"No we won't Naomi," Louis speaks up answering my thoughts.

"I-I don't know Lou," I swallow hard.

"Trust me," Louis says looking me in the eyes with his sparkling blue eyes.

I nod and he squeezes my hand in agreement," But how?" I ask him.

"I'll just show you. But after those two ladies go in we'll have to act. Fast." Louis explains.

I nod still feeling uneasy about this whole plan. Why can't we just be normal people and actually pay to go in. Watching behind Louis the two older ladies thank the single employee up front who hands them their tickets. Once they are gone Louis smiles and walks upward still holding onto my hand.

"Two tickets to Rio 2 please," Louis asks politely.

"Alright coming right up," the employee says looking in his desk for tickets.

Once he finds them he places the tickets on the desk in front of Louis and I. I swallow hard feeling a lump in my throat, and Louis hands both tickets to me. God, now what.

"That will be ten-fourteen please," the employee speaks.

"Alright," Louis says letting go of my hand.

He reaches in his pocket which causes me to wonder, because he just explained how he didn't want to pay for these tickets. Louis fiddles in his pockets and I place the two tickets in my back pocket. My boyfriend then shakes his head pulling both hands from his pockets.

"Now see look," Louis says to the movie theater worker who follows the direction Louis' finger points in.

Before I know it Louis' fist collides with the worker's face extremely hard causing his head to plop face forward onto the glass desk below. I shriek, and step away watching my boyfriend wreck his consciousness with his own fist. After each blow I feel a pit in my stomach as Louis holds the man's hair in his hand to hold up his hand and the other punching his cheekbones til' they seemed to be caved inward.

"Louis stop it! Let's go!" I beg him in a whisper hoping no one would walk in on this violent activity.

Louis stops and places the worker's head on the floor only to have his body follow and pile up on the floor as well. I keep my mouth shut and grab paper towels to help cleans the bloody smudges upon the glass. Whilst I am almost done I see in the corner of my eye Louis flexing his fist and studying the bruises. I roll my eyes and turn to him.

"Let's go," I breath in a sigh before taking his hand in mine.

And we entered the movies without any trouble after that. Louis did not injure his hand accept for some minor bruises, but nothing serious. I still don't know if that guy is dead or not, but I am praying that he isn't. Louis has always been violent. . .but ever since he got in a boy band he toned down the number of fights he had gotten in. So he says.

I sigh heavily as Louis moves the cup holder to lay his head in my lap. I don't stop, but instead I play with rough, brown hair and continue on watching the cartoon movie shown on screen. Louis' hand find it ways at the curve of my shirt and he messages my boobs softly making me moan an giggle at the same time. Before I know it I am bending down to give him small kisses on the nose and forget about the movie.


An Hour Later

Naomi's P.O.V

"Louis stop!" I screamed whilst laughing hard.

"Nope," He teases as he continues to tickle me.

I try to him off, but fail and he continues. Finally Louis stops and walks towards me only to have me walk backwards and away from me until my back is against a tree.

"You're a feisty one," Louis whispers to me.

"Wrong," I tease him placing my finger on his wet lips.

"Mmmkay," is all he says before leaning in to place his lips upon mine.

I close my eyes enjoying his passionate touches to my waist and below moaning into his lips. He's always made me feel this way. . .and hopefully he always does.

"Happy anniversary darling," Louis whispers between our kisses.

"Happy anniversary Louis," I giggle in his chest hearing his heartbeat.

And that is my story, Naomi. On how Louis Tomlinson and I spent our anniversary.

Notes

You have a lot of imagines already made for you so here you go.