You haven’t heard from Louis since he said he was going to soccer practice. You immediately knew what was happening. You walk to his house in the cold winter wether. You get in with the spare key he gave you. You take off your shoes by the door and your coat. You go to the kitchen and make some hot chocolate, with the packets he loved. You pour it in the mug and clean up your mess. Nobody but you and him were home. His mom and dad were both at work. You pick up the mug and go up the stairs, your feet padding softly on each step. You open the door and spot Louis sleeping soundly in his bed. His purple led lights wash the room in a comfortable color. He’s wearing his favored black hoodie, the one you got him for his birthday. You are the mug on his nightstand. You slip in the bed beside him and hug him sideways, him laying on your right arm. You kiss him softly on his forehead, taking out the AirPods in his ears. You feel him shift slightly. He sighs contently, now facing you. His eyes drag open and he smiles softly.

@Louis: …Noona?… you came for me Guest…

his voice was raspy, from yelling during soccer. You wipe the tired tears from his eyes and he hugs you softly