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19. Louis imagine--When I Was Your Man

When I Was Your Man

Louis—I hope he buys you flowers…
                I hope he holds your hand
                Give you all his hours
                When he has the chance
              Take you to every party
                Because I remember how much you love to dance…
                Do all the things I shoulda done…
                When I was your man.

He saw her laughing with another boy.  His heart seemed to plummet straight down to the ground.  It wasn’t like he expected her to wait for him…but at least give him a little time before getting a rebound guy.  He clenched his fists and gritted his teeth, grinding them together.  She looked up, and saw him. Her face tightened, and she set her jaw, and walked over. “Lou.” She said coldly. “What are you doing here?”

“Last time I checked, this was a free country.” He sassed back. “Sorry, I didn’t know I needed your permission to get a latte.”

“You don’t even like coffee.” She snapped.

“Sez you.” He shot back, waving his empty coffee cup in her face.  True, he hated coffee, and true, the cup did have tea in it at one point…but she didn’t have to know that. 

“I know that’s not why you're here.” She cocked her head, and he had to look away.  He hated when she cocked her head like that.  Her hair would fall into her face and she would look at him with those big eyes, and he would just melt.  “Louis…” She said softly. “We’re over.” He looked at her.

“Don’t you think I know that?” He said. “You seem to have figured that out pretty darn quick.”  He nodded to the boy that he had dubbed ‘The Prat’ in his head.

“I thought that our first meeting after we had broken up would go better—you know, because we’re both adults.” She threw up her hands. “But obviously that can’t happen, because only one of us is an adult!”

“‘But obviously, that can’t happen, because only one of us is an adult’!” Louis mimicked.  She huffed, and turned around, getting ready to stomp back to The Prat. Louis felt a bit guilty. He hadn’t meant to start another fight. He grabbed her arm before she could run off. 

“Wait…” She turned, and jerked away from him.

“What?” She snapped. He shoved his hands into his pockets, and looked down.

“Does he treat you right?” He asked softly.  Her face tightened.


“The Prat—I mean, the lad you were with.” He amended his statement when her glare turned murderous. “Well?”

“First of all, his name is Liam.” Her features softened, and she glanced back at the boy by the counter that was eyeing Louis warily. “And secondly, yes. Yes, he does.”

“Good…That’s good.” Louis met her gaze again. “I…”

“Hey, babe.” The Prat walked up and wrapped his free arm around her waist protectively.  In his other hand, he held their coffee.  He looked Louis up and down. “Who’s this?”

“This is my…” She looked confused for a moment, then sighed. “This is Louis. Louis, this is Liam.” 

“Nice to meet ya, mate.” Louis nodded, and Liam nodded back, still studying him. “I don’t wanna hold you up.” He looked at her. “I’ll see you around.”

“Bye, Lou.” She said softly. He half-smiled at her, nodded to Liam, and walked out of the coffee shop, trying as hard as he could not to look back. 

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