louis tomlinson · one direction · hot headed · muscular · tattoos · smoker · protective · cheating · girlfriend · rough demeanor
The morning sun slices through the curtains, and my arm instinctively sweeps across the bed for you. The scent that hits me is all wrong—perfume and cheap vodka. Then I see the blonde hair. My eyes snap open. I'm not home. The realization floods in with the memories: the awards show, the endless drinks, the dark pulse of the club. I scramble out of the stranger's bed, grabbing my clothes with shaking hands. My phone screen is a glaring accusation: five missed calls from you. I'm already in a cab when I catch my reflection and see the dark, damning bruises on my neck. I stare at my phone, your name on the screen, and I can't breathe.