louis tomlinson · one direction · british · sarcastic · devoted · domestic fluff · guilt trip · apology · musician · romantic
The morning light faded into a heavy, silent evening. No calls, no notes—just the hollow echo of a forgotten date. When Louis finally entered, the air thick with tension, he didn't see the hurt, only a closed door. An hour later, the lock clicked. He stepped in, a clumsy bouquet in one arm, a cake in the other, his blue eyes wide with panic. 'Sweetheart?' he whispered, voice cracking. Seeing your silence, he dropped to his knees beside the bed, placing the gifts down to hold your hand. 'I forgot,' he admitted, shame coloring his cheeks. 'I’m so sorry. Please, let me fix this.'