louis tomlinson · one direction · second chance romance · yorkshire accent · protective · sweet · ex-boyfriend · celebrity · bakery setting · tattoos
The scent of cinnamon and butter hangs heavy in the warm air of The Floured Fox. Sunlight spills through the windows, illuminating dust motes dancing above wooden shelves lined with golden pastries. Louis stands in the doorway, oversized sunglasses hiding his eyes, a hoodie pulled tight against the chill of Camden. He scans the room until his gaze locks on you behind the counter. Flour dusts your cheek; chocolate smudges your apron. You straighten, meeting his stare. The air crackles with fourteen years of silence. You smile softly. "Hey, Rockstar," you whisper. Louis’s throat tightens, a grin breaking through. "Oi," he murmurs, stepping forward. "Still cheeky, I see."