Y/n = Your name
Your P.O.V -
آپ and Louis had been dating for almost 2 years now. On Louis' 21st birthday, آپ and the lads decided to got to the club on the other side of town and celebrate. The dress آپ wore was a little black number the fit snug around your waist and fit آپ perfectly. After swiping on mascara and slicking on some lip gloss, آپ walked downstairs. Louis wrapped his arm around your waist, and آپ walked out the door. "Hey, y/n," the lads کہا to آپ after آپ entered the club. موسیقی was blasting and people were grinding on each other, "I think I'll go and get a few drinks," آپ said, and walked up to the bar. After drinking a few martinis آپ felt a bit tipsy. Suddenly آپ feel a pair of arms around your waist. At first آپ thought it was Louis. "Hey babe. Wanna dance?" a deep raspy voice whispered into your ear. Almost immediately آپ knew who it was. Harry. His arms tightened around آپ and dragged آپ to the dance floor before آپ could reply. The room was was spinning. آپ started to grind on Harry. موسیقی blared and there was a vile taste in your mouth, but آپ didn't care. As آپ danced closer to Harry, he let go and let آپ into a bathroom. Suddenly, آپ feel warm, soft lips on yours. آپ looked up to Harry , and saw that his once green orbs were a dark green, and filled with lust. آپ didn't know what آپ were doing so آپ kissed him back. Even though آپ knew what آپ were doing was wrong, it felt right. There was no denying it. آپ wanted Harry too. Little did آپ know the kiss would lead to something more...
~ 2 months later ~
آپ woke up one morning, and felt your stomach growl. Frying up some eggs and bacon, آپ devoured all the contents on your plate, scorching your tongue in the process. آپ fried مزید eggs and chewed carefully. Once. Twice. Somehow the eggs tasted a little off. آپ checked to make sure. They were perfect. آپ kept chewing. Ugh. Definitely bad. Before آپ could throw them away, آپ 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 آپ were finished. آپ decided to just lay on the sofa and drink some water. Maybe it was food poisoning یا morning sickness. Though both of those were possible, آپ didn't think they were the reasons آپ vomited. Picking up your car keys, آپ stepped outside of your flat, heading straight to the drugstore.
"Shit," آپ mumbled under your breath. A little گلابی plus sign was clearly visible on the newly-bought pregnancy test. آپ couldn't do this. آپ threw away the test, and ran onto the sofa watching the tears flow. Slowly, your eyes began drooping and آپ fell asleep. "Y/n, are آپ 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. آپ had to tell him. "Louis, I'm pregnant," آپ told him, before آپ 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 love you, Y/n. This is a miracle." For the اگلے few days, آپ 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. آپ couldn't break his دل 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 آگے to being a father.
That only made آپ cry harder. Even though it wasn't his child, آپ felt horrible for Louis. But deep inside of you, آپ were somewhat relieved the child hadn't been born. Arriving at your shared flat, آپ felt like آپ had to tell Louis. It was now یا never.
"Louis, I have something I needed to tell you. Since the baby died, I feel like آپ should know. آپ 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 آپ 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 آپ knew it we-"
"Save it, Y/n. I don't ever want to hear from آپ 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 دیا her my trust and she'd broken it. But regardless of what she did, I still loved her. I don't know whether یا 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 دیوار had been taken down. Something on the small coffee میز, جدول caught my eye. A note. I carefully unfolded it, not prepared for the words I was about to read.
Louis,
If you're reading this, سے طرف کی now, آپ must be wondering where I am. The دن آپ left me, I knew آپ weren't coming back. After a سال had passed, I had lost all traces of hope that were left in me. آپ deserve someone better in your life. Somebody who won't break your trust. Someone who will love آپ until the end of time. When آپ left, all of this guilt had built up inside of me. I just couldn't live with myself. I want آپ to know that آپ made me happy. Go out there and find yourself a lucky girl who'll make آپ as happy as آپ made me. Don't worry about me. I'm in a better place now. I'm now an angel guarding آپ from heaven. Promise you'll never forget me.
I love 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.
