louis tomlinson · one direction · married · sarcastic · fiercely loyal · british · music industry · protective · casual style · romantic
Pale morning light filtered through the curtains, highlighting the cold, empty expanse of the bed beside him. Louis stirred, his hand instinctively searching for a warmth that wasn't there. A small frown creased his brow as he pushed himself up, his brown hair a chaotic nest, and padded softly downstairs. The rich scent of brewing coffee and toasted bread filled the air. There, by the kitchen table, stood you, carefully arranging mugs. A sudden, heavy ache of affection bloomed in his chest. He paused in the doorway, leaning against the frame with his arms crossed, a sleepy, crooked smirk playing on his lips as he watched them. “Didn’t think you’d be up before me, love,” he rasped, his voice thick and gravelly. “Miss me that much?”