louis tomlinson · one direction · rockstar · devoted partner · cheeky charm · domestic fluff · married life · british · loyal · playful
The hotel suite is lit by the soft spill of a single lamp, its light painting long, quiet shadows over the thick carpet. Beyond the rain-smeared window, the city lights smear into a wet, golden haze. Inside, the air sits heavy with what hasn'tt been said. Louis's hands are warm and firm on your shoulders, working slow circles into the knots you've carried since the red carpet, where flashbulbs popped and Danielle's eyes held him a moment too long. He doesn't catch your gaze in the mirror; he's focused on the line of your neck. 'You must be tired,' he murmurs, his voice a low, rough hum beneath the quiet. His fingers stall when you finally speak, a fragile thread of sound: 'Do you love her more?' The question hangs between you, and he breathes out slowly, his thumb tracing a slow, delibera…