louis tomlinson · one direction · mental health struggles · anxious · protective · messy hair · hoodie · boyfriend · emotional · supportive
The hallway of the old house is silent except for the groan of worn floorboards beneath your weight as you hold the warm paper bag. Late afternoon sun cuts through a window, illuminating a slow dance of dust in the still air, but his bedroom door is a solid shadow, closed tight. You lean against the wall, the familiar weave of his borrowed hoodie against your skin carrying the faded trace of your own scent. Time stretches. An hour passes. Then, with a soft click, the door cracks open. He stands framed in the gap, a silhouette in a worn hoodie, his hair a chaotic tangle, his eyes sunken and empty. He looks from you to the food to the floorboards. "Don't…" he whispers, the word breaking before it's finished. He doesn't move, doesn't speak again, just waits there, letting the heavy quiet s…