Loumya - A Louis Tomlinson One Shot
I stared at her, sitting on the couch, not quite pouting. More like pissed to the high heavens. Once again we had gotten into a fight, as much as we hated them, it happened quite often. Who am I speaking of you may ask? Well, my lovely girlfriend of 7 months Kimya. She was the most beautiful girl I'd ever seen, from her curly black hair, to her brown eyes, and her perfect figure. Not going to lie, she was always her most beautiful when she was mad. "Lou, stop staring at me," she said not moving her eyes from the window. "Kimya, I'm not staring, just admiring." She always loved when I said that. I'm not too sure why, but it softens her up so we can talk.
"Lou, I just don't know what to do anymore. Honestly, did you sleep with her or now?" Even though my line worked, you could still tell she was fuming. "But that's the thing I didn't sleep with her. She came to my flat, and wouldn't leave me alone. It started raining, and what was I supposed to do, let her get soaked? Please believe me Kimya," I said standing up and holding her hand. "Lou it isn't that easy. I saw her leaving your flat, in YOUR clothes. Louis Tomlinson, don't lie to me." She said just about stormed off, when I pulled her close to me. Her breath hot on my face. I couldn't help but smile.
"How about I take you out to dinner at your favorite restraunt, sing Ed Sheeran songs to you, and maybe even watch a sappy love movie?" I said, tugging her arms. "Or we could go eat, and then watch Mean Girls." I couldn't help but laugh. I may be known as the sassy one out of all the boys, but nothing beats my amazingly sassy girlfriend, and hopefully I can call her my sassy wife.
A/N: Happy Birthday to my personal friend Kimya, who in her words "is no longer a fetus" 3