Hello, Lovelies! This is the very first imagine I've posted on this spot. I've decided to write a sad one, so here it is. I hope it's good enough. Please tell me what you think. Enjoy! :) Xx Y/n = Your name Your P.O.V -
You and Louis had been dating for almost 2 years now. On Louis' 21st birthday, you and the lads decided to got to the club on the other side of town and celebrate. The dress you wore was a little black number the fit snug around your waist and fit you perfectly. After swiping on mascara and slicking on some lip gloss, you walked downstairs. Louis wrapped his arm around your waist, and you walked out the door. "Hey, y/n," the lads said to you after you entered the club. música was blasting and people were grinding on each other, "I think I'll go and get a few drinks," you said, and walked up to the bar. After drinking a few martinis you felt a bit tipsy. Suddenly you feel a pair of arms around your waist. At first you thought it was Louis. "Hey babe. Wanna dance?" a deep raspy voice whispered into your ear. Almost immediately you knew who it was. Harry. His arms tightened around you and dragged you to the dance floor before you could reply. The room was was spinning. You started to grind on Harry. música blared and there was a vile taste in your mouth, but you didn't care. As you danced closer to Harry, he let go and let you into a bathroom. Suddenly, you feel warm, soft lips on yours. You looked up to Harry , and saw that his once green orbs were a dark green, and filled with lust. You didn't know what you were doing so you kissed him back. Even though you knew what you were doing was wrong, it felt right. There was no denying it. You wanted Harry too. Little did you know the kiss would lead to something more... ~ 2 months later ~
You woke up one morning, and felt your stomach growl. Frying up some eggs and bacon, you devoured all the contents on your plate, scorching your tongue in the process. You fried mais eggs and chewed carefully. Once. Twice. Somehow the eggs tasted a little off. You checked to make sure. They were perfect. You kept chewing. Ugh. Definitely bad. Before you could throw them away, you found yourself running towards the bathroom and discarding all the contents in your stomach into the toilet. A sheen of sweat appeared on your forehead when you were finished. You decided to just lay on the sofa and drink some water. Maybe it was comida poisoning or morning sickness. Though both of those were possible, you didn't think they were the reasons you vomited. Picking up your car keys, you stepped outside of your flat, heading straight to the drugstore.
"Shit," you mumbled under your breath. A little rosa, -de-rosa plus sign was clearly visible on the newly-bought pregnancy test. You couldn't do this. You threw away the test, and ran onto the sofa watching the tears flow. Slowly, your eyes began drooping and you fell asleep. "Y/n, are you awake?"Louis asked your chin in his hands. He quickly brushed away a strand of your hair as his eyes were full of concern. There was no other way to say it. You had to tell him. "Louis, I'm pregnant," you told him, before you could back down. "What?"he asked. "Y/n, this great! I'm going to be a dad! We're going to have a little Tommo! He kissed your stomach. "I amor you, Y/n. This is a miracle." For the seguinte few days, you and your unborn child were the only thing Louis would talk about. There was no way you'd be able to tell him he wasn't the father. You couldn't break his coração now. ~ A few months later ~
"I'm sorry, Mr. and Mrs. Tomlinson. It seems that you've lost the child." The doctor's face held a sad expression. Louis had tears in his eyes. He'd been looking progressivo, para a frente to being a father.
That only made you cry harder. Even though it wasn't his child, you felt horrible for Louis. But deep inside of you, you were somewhat relieved the child hadn't been born. Arriving at your shared flat, you felt like you had to tell Louis. It was now or never.
"Louis, I have something I needed to tell you. Since the baby died, I feel like you should know. You weren't the father. Harry was."
His expression shifted from confusion, to disbelief and anger.
" And you've waited how long to tell me? Why? How could you, Y/n? Did you honestly think it was okay to cheat on me? And with my best mate? I should've known better than to trust you."
Now the tears were falling. "Louis,I -I'm sorry! I thought it was you. I--we were both drunk and before you knew it we-"
"Save it, Y/n. I don't ever want to hear from you again. We're through." And with that, Louis walked out of your shared flat and out of your life forever. ~ 2 years later ~ Louis' P.O.V -
I couldn't get Y/n out of my head. I knew she made a mistake, but I couldn't believe it. I'd given her my trust and she'd broken it. But regardless of what she did, I still loved her. I don't know whether or not she'd want to start all over again. I still had to try.
Walking into our shared flat, I noticed all of her stuff was gone. All the pictures of us on the mural had been taken down. Something on the small coffee mesa, tabela caught my eye. A note. I carefully unfolded it, not prepared for the words I was about to read. Louis,
If you're leitura this, por now, you must be wondering where I am. The dia you left me, I knew you weren't coming back. After a ano had passed, I had lost all traces of hope that were left in me. You deserve someone better in your life. Somebody who won't break your trust. Someone who will amor you until the end of time. When you left, all of this guilt had built up inside of me. I just couldn't live with myself. I want you to know that you made me happy. Go out there and find yourself a lucky girl who'll make you as happy as you made me. Don't worry about me. I'm in a better place now. I'm now an angel guarding you from heaven. Promise you'll never forget me.
I amor you.
Y/n ❤ xX
She was gone. I couldn't get her back now. I didn't even bother wiping away the tears that fell, but I knew they wouldn't bring her back. I looked sadly around our flat and cried harder. Y/n was gone.