Imagines

Daisy’s POV

I had texted Louis over an hour ago. He’s been gone for a couple of days. How can he expect for his girlfriend not to worry about him? It hurts me to know that he can just forget about the one who loves him. Am I such a problem? I never thought I was. All of the things that were done for him day to day, getting anything he wanted or needed.

The door opens and closes. I hear two voices: one of them a girl and the other Louis. Has he forgotten about me?

“El, why did we ever break up?” Louis asks.

“I don’t know, maybe because you got with that slut bag. Speaking of her, what happened to her?” She asks.

“We broke up a couple of days ago. She caused so much drama in our relationship.” Louis lies. How could he just lie like that? “Hey, let’s go to my room and you know.” I hear a giggle and some footsteps getting more distant, more away from me.

I can’t believe that Louis would lie like that, about our relationship too. He also allowed her to call me a slut bag. You know that feeling you get when you’ve been walking too long and your legs just want to give out? Well, that’s exactly how I’m feeling right now. I’m just that worn out girl who is tired of taking everything from everybody. You know that girl that’s nice to everybody and never cares if people walk over her? Well, that’s me. The dumb idiot girl who let her boyfriend cheat on her while she was in the house. How about I not be that idiot girl and go upstairs to make a scene?

My legs drag me upstairs to the familiar door, now with moans and screams coming from it. A couple of days ago that was me and him. My eyes begin to water, but I immediately wipe them away. You have to be strong, not only for yourself but also for them, I told myself. They can’t see you weak.

My hand reaches for the golden doorknob that will lead me to terror and distress. I don’t know how much more I can take of this, hearing the one I love behind those doors fucking some dirty slut who probably doesn’t even love him like I do. I twist the doorknob slowly, so when I say something it can seem like I didn’t know about it. The door croaks open, but it doesn’t stop the two “lovers” from fucking each other’s brains out. Ugh, they’re just so damn disgusting.

How am I going to play this out? I should have thought about this on the other side of the door rather on this side.

“Louis.” I whisper. They stop and Louis’s head is up. He slowly turns his head towards me, his eyes widening at the sight. He gets off of her and grabs some sweatpants, leaving out his sweaty, bare, toned chest for me to see.


“Daisy, it’s not what it looks like. She wanted to.” Louis says. He places his large hand on my shoulder. I jerk my shoulder back.

“Don’t fucking lie to me, Louis. I heard you when you guys walked in. You telling her that we broke up and I cause drama. Next to that I had to fucking hear you suggest that you guys go up to our room and fuck. How do you think I feel? Huh, Louis, how do you?” I yell. This was literally the first time I ever yelled at Louis. Never have I yelled at him and here I am wasting my breath on a guy that doesn’t even love me anymore.

My grassy-green eyes meet with his baby blue ones, the ones I used to fall in love with. I’m just not so sure now. How can I love somebody who is willing to cheat on me with somebody? And to top it off, it was his bitchy ex-girlfriend. His face is completely stoic and no emotion comes from him, or any words.

“Louis, I have been texting you for the past couple of days. Where were you? Why didn’t you answer any of my texts?” I ask. He looks down at my lips then back in my eyes, which were watery right now.

“Daisy, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you and definitely didn’t mean to cheat on you with Eleanor. It was a stuck in the moment thing. If you could please-“He says, but I slap him cutting him off.

His eyes widen but immediately turn into a frown. He’s no longer the smiling happy guy he normally is.

“And Eleanor, have fun with him. Also know this; you aren’t getting him as a gift. He will never love you like he loves me.” I say the last part looking at him.

He turns his body, so he’s facing the other direction. I walk to the closet that Lou and I share, or shared. I don’t know. It feels like we’re broken up, but at the same time, it feels like we’re together. I bend down and grab a couple pair of clothes. I should be back tomorrow or the next day to get the rest of my things.

When I stand back up, Lou is in front of me and Eleanor is nowhere to be seen. My eyes meet with his once more. They were watery, almost like an ocean. I study his features on his face. He was biting his lip with a lot of pressure. He has red spots under his eyes from crying.

My feet start moving to get to the other side of the room, but I am stopped by a gigantic hand grabbing my wrist. It can only be Louis. I turn my head and look back up at him. His face still looks the same.

“No, stay. I don’t think I can stand a night without you. I told Eleanor to leave and never to talk to me again.” Lou says, his voice cracking a bit at the end.

“But, Lou…” I say, but the words never come out of my mouth. I realize now that I’m getting choked up from holding back my tears, which start pouring down my face.

“We don’t have to talk. We can fix our problem later on. I just need you here with me.” Lou chokes out. I sigh. What should I do now?

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