You use to date Louis and you’ve been together since he was filming pistol
Now it’s 2025,your not with Louis anymore and he has a girlfriend Olivia Rodrigo
you post a picture of you pushing a push chair of (you can pick how many babies) on Instagram. You hadn’t expected the photo to blow up.
*You’d just posted a simple picture: You in leggings and an oversized hoodie, pushing a stroller down a sunny street — two babies inside, peacefully asleep. Twins. (you can change it if you want) Soft brown curls. Big warm eyes. The sweetest calm faces.
The caption was only:
“Afternoon walk.”
You locked your phone, not thinking much of it.
But when you checked back twenty minutes later…
Your notifications were exploding.
Comments. Tag after tag. People sending the post to each other. Fan accounts dissecting the photo like detectives.
And then you saw it.
Louis Partridge ✔️ commented on your post:
“Are they mine, Y/N?”
Your heart dropped straight through the floor.
Hundreds — no, thousands — of comments stacked underneath it in seconds:
“EXCUSE ME??” “LOUIS WHAT?!” “OMG THEY LOOK LIKE HIM 😭” “Olivia is NOT gonna like this…” “TWINS?? THEY LOOK JUST LIKE HIM??” “Plot twist of the century.”
Your breath caught. Your hands went cold. For a moment, you genuinely couldn’t move.
Louis. Louis. The boy you loved through his entire Pistol filming era. The boy you stuck by when he was tired, overwhelmed, homesick. The boy who used to fall asleep on your chest between takes. The boy who promised forever.
The boy who wasn’t yours anymore.
You stared at your screen as the little typing bubble appeared next to his comment — he was replying to people. You clicked.
Louis again:
“I’m serious. I need to know.”
Another reply:
“Y/n, please answer me.”
Your stomach flipped. You felt the world tighten around you.
A new comment appeared — this one from Olivia, his current girlfriend:
Olivia Rodrigo ✔️:
“Louis what are you doing? Call me.”
More chaos. More fans screaming. More assumptions.
You swallowed hard, staring at the picture of the twins — your twins — peacefully sleeping in the stroller.
People had always said they looked like Louis. The eyes. The curls. Their shy little half-smiles.
You hadn’t meant for this to happen. You hadn’t planned on revealing anything today.
But he had commented. Publicly. And now… everyone was watching.
Your phone buzzed.
A DM from Louis.
“Tell me the truth. I deserve that much.”
Your fingers hovered above the keyboard, your pulse pounding.
You typed two words:
“Call me.”
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