Louis Tomlinson Preferences

146.) Your Parents Are Fighting

I sniffled as I walked up to my room slamming the door closed as my parents were screaming at each other. I wiped my eyes sitting on my bed before taking out my phone and calling Louis. He answered after a few rings and I let out a small sob. "(Y/n)? What's wrong?" He asked worriedly. "M-my parents again...can you come pick me up?" I asked quietly getting up and beginning to pack my bag. He quickly said yes and hung up. I made sure I had everything I needed before climbing out of the window carefully and getting down after throwing my bag to the ground. I waited on the porch for Louis' car and quickly ran over to it, starting to cry hard again in his car. He held me tight and whispered, "It's okay, love... I've got you... they'll stop soon. It'll be okay." I hid my face in his side crying silently as he drove to his house. As soon as we got there, he got out of the car, lifting me and walking to his room. He got us ice cream and we laid down watching movies trying to get my mind off my parents