LilliSummers

“Ugh! ” you groaned to yourself but immediately felt a wave of guilt over you, knowing he hadn’t done it intentionally.

“Well, this can’t be that hard right?” You thought to yourself as you set the creamer down on your marbled counters and opened the pantry to find the replacement bulbs and step ladder to reach the ceiling. Even with the ladder, you were much too short to reach, having to stand on your tiptoes to reach the light fixture. You had just placed the lightbulb in, not even putting the covering back on when you misstepped and before you knew it your body had smacked the tile floor.

You immediately knew something was wrong, your leg was entangled in the ladder and you had a sharp shooting pain make waves through your ankle. You groaned, cuss words flying out of your mouth left and right. Once you felt able to you attempted to stand, but couldn’t possibly on account of your already swollen ankle.

One phone call later and you were sat in urgent care with your best friend Marcy.

“Are you going to tell Louis?” Marcy whispered as the two of you waited your turn. You both knew this couldn’t exactly be good news as your ankle continued to grow in size.

“Absolutely not, he’ll get overly worried and he’ll cancel his shows and I can’t do that to him or his fans. He’s worked too hard for this.” You knew Louis would drop everything and come home if he knew you were hurt and you couldn’t stomach that thought.

“Does he have your location?”

“He’s asleep, he’s like seven hours ahead of us here.” You winced as your name was called and Marcy and a physician's assistant had to help you into a wheelchair.

….

One x-ray and just a few days later and you were walking around the house with crutches and a wrapped ankle, you hadn’t broken it but came pretty close and had to baby it for the time being.

You had managed to keep your injury to yourself but Louis would be flying home today and you already knew you wouldn’t hear the end of it.

You ordered his favorite cake from a local bakery, setting it on the kitchen table next to a vase full of flowers, his two “welcome home” gifts.

You had just finished moving the vase around when you heard the front door unlatch and carefully maneuvered to face him.

“Baby!! Hi! Welcome home!” You wobbled toward him as he quickly wiggled his LV duffle bag off his shoulder and set it down to the side of him.

“My love, what happened?” He rushed over to you, touching you gently. His hands holding you up against his frame for support, as he kissed you softly before pulling back for your response.

“I fell and hurt my ankle pretty bad but I’ll be fine! It’s not broken and-“ Before you could finish he was already giving you a pensive look. His brows furrowed and his hand on his hip.

“Why didn’t you tell me this happened?” His voice was a higher octave, his words laced with surprise. You were never the best at keeping anything from him. He turned to help you sit down on the couch, quickly grabbing a couch pillow and placing it under your foot for elevation.

“I didn’t want you to worry about me! You’ve been home for two minutes and you’re already elevating my foot! How did the tour go? Let’s talk about that!” You wanted to change the subject but knew all too well that he’d have follow-up questions.

“You’re my girlfriend! I’m always worried about you!” He eyed you up and down, his train of thought completely lost now. He ignored your question about the tour, as he was still trying to put the pieces together.

“How did it happen?”

You momentarily thought about lying to him, you knew how he’d feel if he knew how you got hurt and you didn’t want to do that to him but your pause told him everything and more.

He looked around the room, trying hard to remember what he was supposed to do before leaving for tour. When you didn’t answer him immediately he stood up, walked over to the kitchen, and saw the light fixture was bare with only the lightbulb showing.

“Lou….” You warned from the couch, seeing your boyfriend stand in the middle of your shared kitchen with his trembling hand over his mouth. You struggled to get up from the couch, grabbing your crutches to wobble over to him.

“If I had remembered this wouldn’t have happened in the first place” he swallowed hard and you realized his eyes were watery now, making you feel ten times worse about the situation.

“Lou! Baby, it’s not your fault. I’m fine! I should’ve just waited for you to come home.” You hugged him, and he wrapped his arms around you, helping you stand again. “I was just being impatient and I fell off the ladder. It’s embarrassing really.”

“What can I do for you? Are you tired? Hungry? Do you want to cuddle?” He spoke into your hair as he continued to hold you close to him, his body radiating warmth.

“I want you to tell me about the tour. I also want to eat chantilly cake with you” You pulled away from him and directed his attention to the table. You weren’t surprised at him being so selfless but if you had just gotten off a long flight from the UK you’d be a lot more grumpy than Louis.

“You didn’t have to go out of your way for me” his eyes softened once he looked over at the table. “You’re quite literally on crutches love.”

“I wanted to do this for you. You already do a lot for me and everyone else around you. You deserve a nice welcome home. ” The two of you made your way to the table and sat down together.

Louis cut the cake for the both of you, putting your plate down and getting you both water to drink.

When he sat back down he couldn’t help but still feel responsible for your injury, you could tell that he was in his head about it as he pushed his cake around his plate unusually unamused.

“Lou? Tell me about tour.”

“Hmmm?” He hummed stabbing at his piece of cake, he then gave you a forced smile. “Oh! It was great! I think it made me feel more confident about what’s to come.”

You knew he was still in his head, so you carefully scoot your chair closer to him, between his legs. You leaned over and poked at his stomach, knowing he was insanely ticklish and it would shake his thoughts.

He let out a high-pitched giggle before he gently shooed your hands away from his stomach.

“Stop beating yourself up over this.” You pointed to your wrapped ankle. “It was a clumsy mistake!”

He nodded, looking up at you with his soft blue eyes. “Fine, but you’re not allowed to stay home without me anymore” he teased and you knew he was finally willing to let it go.

“Promise?” You giggled as you animatedly bit your lip to make him laugh again.

He snorted, leaning into you to give you a soft kiss. “I think you need a cuddle. Maybe your ankle will feel better then.”

“Is that what Doctor Louis suggests?” You wiggled your eyebrows at him.

Interviews have always been a whirlwind, but something about watching Louis in them always makes me smile. He’s effortlessly charming, tossing jokes left and right, sometimes veering into absolute nonsense just to get a reaction out of the studioer. And, of course, it works every time.

We’re seated in a line, the six of us, ready for another promotional interview. The fans are always excited for these moments, but they have no idea that we actually enjoy them just as much.

The interviewer starts with Niall. “What’s one of your favorite memories from the tour so far?”

“Oh, definitely the time we tried to teach Y/N how to skateboard and she nearly took Liam out,” Niall says, grinning. “I swear, I thought we were gonna have to cancel a show.”

I roll my eyes playfully. “Okay, first of all, that skateboard was possessed. Second, I almost took myself out, too.”

The room laughs, and the interviewer moves on. “Liam, if you could switch talents with any of your bandmates for a day, who would it be?”

Liam thinks for a moment. “Probably Zayn’s drawing skills. I’ve seen his sketches, and they’re unreal.”

“Zayn, what about you?”

“Definitely Y/N’s ability to write lyrics so fast,” Zayn says with a small smirk. “She can come up with a melody in, like, five minutes. It’s a little annoying, actually.”

I grin. “I’ll take that as a compliment.”

The interviewer turns to Louis. “Alright, Louis, you always have the best banter. But what’s something people might not realize about you?”

He leans back in his seat, pretending to think deeply. “Well, obviously, I’m the most responsible member of the band.”

That earns a collective groan from all of us.

“Louis, mate, you literally left your passport in a hotel room last week,” Harry points out.

“Details, details,” Louis says with a wave of his hand, his signature mischievous grin appearing.

I laugh at his antics, watching how effortlessly he controls the mood of the room. His quick wit, his energy—it’s magnetic. There’s something about the way he can make everyone feel at ease that makes me admire him more than I probably should.

The drive to the studio had been nothing short of chaotic. As soon as we stepped outside, Liam had challenged me to a race to the car, and, of course, he won, claiming the passenger seat with a victorious grin. That left Harry, Niall, and Zayn squeezed into the middle row, while Louis lounged comfortably in the back.

Since I lost, I had to squeeze into the backseat next to Louis, which was way too small for the two of us. Our legs kept bumping together, and I was too tired to even complain, eventually resting my head on Niall’s shoulder and dozing off while the boys chatted. Louis had been uncharacteristically quiet during the ride, though I could feel his occasional glances in my direction.

The interviewer finishes up, and soon enough, we’re back in the studio for a quick recording session. Today, we’re working on “Little Black Dress” for the Midnight Memories album.

I slip on my headphones and lean back against the couch, watching as Louis steps up to the mic first. His voice is raspy, effortlessly smooth as he sings the opening lines.

Little black dress just walked into the room…

I tilt my head, listening closely. There’s something about the way he sings it that makes me curious.

Once he’s done, he steps out of the booth, and I give him a knowing look. “Alright, spill. Who’s the song about?”

Louis smirks, grabbing a water bottle before flopping down next to me. “Wouldn’t you like to know?”

I narrow my eyes. “Yes, actually.”

He just shrugs, looking annoyingly smug. “It’s a mystery.”

“Oh, come on, Tommo. You don’t just write about a girl in a little black dress for no reason.”

His blue eyes flicker to mine, and for a second, I swear there’s something in his expression—something teasing but also a little nervous. “Maybe it’s just about a feeling,” he finally says, his voice quieter. “About a moment that sticks with you.”

I study him, trying to figure out if he’s being genuine or just messing with me. But before I can say anything else, Harry jumps in. “Alright, lovebirds, let’s actually get some recording done, yeah?”

I roll my eyes, but my heart is still racing a little.

Maybe it’s nothing. Maybe it’s just Louis being Louis.

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The morning light gently filtered through the curtains, warming the room in soft hues of pink and gold. You stretched in bed, the comfort of the blankets wrapped around you like a cocoon, but something was different. It was February 14th—Valentine’s Day—and you could feel the excitement in the air, even before your eyes fluttered open.

It didn’t take long for you to notice the small, but thoughtful, details around the room. Your favorite flowers—tulips—sat in a vase by the window, and a small, heart-shaped card rested on your pillow. The card had no name on it, just a few words written in delicate handwriting that immediately made you smile.

“Good morning, love. Meet me in the kitchen when you’re ready. –L”

You couldn’t help but grin, feeling warmth spread through you. Louis had been planning something all week, and from the looks of it, he’d outdone himself. You pulled yourself out of bed, quickly changing into something comfortable, your heart already racing in anticipation.

When you made your way down to the kitchen, the rich, inviting aroma of freshly brewed coffee mingled with the sweet scent of warm pancakes, wrapping around you like a comforting embrace. The soft hum of the radio played in the background, a gentle tune adding to the cozy atmosphere of the morning.

And there, standing in front of the stove with an apron that read “Kiss the Cook”, was Louis. His tousled brown hair was still slightly messy from sleep, a few strands falling over his forehead, and there was a dusting of flour on his cheek—evidence of his efforts. The sleeves of his T-shirt were haphazardly rolled up, revealing his forearms as he carefully flipped a pancake with practiced ease. His lips curled into that signature smirk the moment he spotted you, his blue eyes twinkling with mischief and something softer, something warm.

“Well, well,” he teased, flipping the spatula in his hand dramatically before setting it down. “Look who finally decided to join me. Took you long enough, love.”

You couldn’t help but laugh at the sight of him—his hair slightly tousled, his sleeves rolled up, and a dusting of flour on his cheek. He looked absolutely adorable.

“Good morning, Lou,” you replied, crossing the room to give him a quick kiss on the cheek. “What’s all this? It smells amazing.”

He turned to flip a pancake, looking over his shoulder at you. “Just a little something special for the most important person in my life.”

You raised an eyebrow, teasing, “Oh really? You didn’t have to go all out.”

“Are you kidding?” he chuckled. “You deserve it. Besides, I’m not the best cook, but I do know how to make a killer pancake.”

You laughed, sitting at the kitchen table as he finished cooking. The two of you spent the next few minutes chatting, your eyes never leaving him as he moved around the kitchen with ease, making the morning feel so effortless. It was just the two of you—no cameras, no crowds—just a simple, quiet morning together.

When Louis finally placed a stack of pancakes in front of you, the edges crispy and golden, you couldn’t help but marvel at the gesture. He had put so much effort into making this day special for you, and it wasn’t even noon yet.

“Well, go on then,” Louis said, nudging the plate closer to you. “Eat up, love. You need your energy for the rest of the day.”

You grinned, digging into the pancakes, savoring the taste of the maple syrup he’d drizzled on top. “These are perfect,” you said between bites. “You should open a restaurant or something.”

He laughed, sitting down next to you with his own plate. “Nah, I’ll leave that to the professionals. But I’ll happily cook for you every day if you want.”

You glanced at him, catching the sincere look in his eyes. “I’d love that.”

The rest of breakfast was filled with playful conversation, the kind that flowed effortlessly, laced with inside jokes and teasing remarks that made you laugh until your stomach ached. Between bites of warm pancakes drizzled with syrup, Louis would steal small glances at you, his eyes twinkling with unspoken affection. Occasionally, your hands would brush against each other as you reached for the same thing—a napkin, the coffee pot, or the fork he so dramatically tried to steal from your plate—each touch sending a spark through your skin, a silent reminder of just how lucky you were to have him.

The sunlight streaming through the kitchen window cast a golden glow over the table, making the moment feel even more perfect, almost dreamlike. The warmth of the morning, the soft clinking of utensils against plates, and the sound of Louis’ laughter filling the air—it was all so simple, yet so special.

When you finally set your fork down, fully satisfied, Louis leaned back in his chair, arms lazily stretching above his head before he stood up. A mischievous grin played on his lips, the kind that told you he had something else up his sleeve, something that was bound to keep the morning far from over.

“So,” he began, his tone suddenly serious. “There’s more to this Valentine’s Day than just pancakes.”

You raised an eyebrow. “More?”

He nodded, reaching for your hand. “Come on, I’ve got something planned for you.”

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The next few hours were a blur of sweet surprises, each one more thoughtful than the last. Louis had put together an elaborate scavenger hunt, his playful nature shining through in every detail. He led you from room to room, each clue scribbled in his familiar handwriting, sometimes written in riddles, other times as cheeky little notes that made you giggle. Every stop along the way revealed another carefully chosen gift—each one proving just how well he knew you.

In the living room, you found a box of your favorite chocolates, the ribbon wrapped neatly around it with a tiny note tucked beneath: “For the sweetest person I know—though I’d argue you’re sweeter than these.”

Upstairs, sitting on your side of the bed, was an adorable stuffed bear with a red ribbon tied around its neck. When you picked it up, you realized it wasn’t just any bear—it was the same brand as the one you had as a child, something you’d once mentioned in passing, not even realizing he had been listening.

But it was the final gift that made your heart ache in the best way. In your shared closet, nestled between your favorite sweaters, was a handwritten letter. The moment your fingers brushed over the envelope, your breath hitched, sensing the emotion behind it. You carefully unfolded the paper, Louis’ unmistakable scrawl filling the page.

Every word was a love note, a heartfelt confession of how much you meant to him, how he had never been much of a “Valentine’s guy” until you came along and made the holiday feel special. He wrote about the little things—how he loved the way you laughed at your own jokes, how he noticed the way your nose scrunched when you were thinking, how simply waking up next to you every morning was the best part of his day.

As you read, warmth spread through your chest, and by the time you finished, there was a lump in your throat. Before you could even turn around, you felt a pair of arms wrap around your waist from behind, Louis pressing a soft kiss against your temple.

“You liked it, then?” he murmured, his voice quieter now, softer, as if he knew just how much it had affected you.

You leaned back into his embrace, gripping the letter tightly in your hands. “I loved it,” you whispered. And you did. Every single moment, every single detail—he had made this Valentine’s Day unforgettable.

But it was the final clue that really took you by surprise.

After leading you to the backyard, where he had set up a cozy blanket fort, he handed you a small velvet box. “This is the last part of your gift,” he said, his voice soft and steady.

You took the box from him, a flutter of nerves racing through your chest as you carefully opened it. Inside, nestled in a bed of soft velvet, was a delicate necklace with a heart-shaped pendant, engraved with both of your initials.

“Oh, Louis…” you whispered, your voice barely audible.

He smiled, his eyes never leaving yours. “I saw it, and I couldn’t resist. Thought it would be perfect for you.”

Tears welled in your eyes as you carefully picked up the necklace. “It’s beautiful,” you said, your voice shaking slightly.

Louis gently took the necklace from your hands, stepping behind you to fasten it around your neck. When he was done, he stood there for a moment, admiring you.

“You look perfect,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to the side of your neck.

You turned to face him, your heart racing. “Thank you, Lou. This… this is the best Valentine’s Day I’ve ever had.”

He grinned, his thumb brushing against your cheek. “It’s not over yet.”

You raised an eyebrow. “What else do you have planned?”

Louis simply smiled, leading you into the fort he had set up, where a soft blanket and a pillow awaited. He had decorated it with fairy lights, the soft glow casting a romantic ambiance over the space. The two of you spent the rest of the afternoon curled up together, talking about everything and nothing, listening to music, and sharing stories. Every now and then, he’d brush his lips against your forehead or sneak in a kiss to your lips, reminding you of just how much he cared.

As the sun began to set, casting the sky in a soft pink glow, Louis turned to you with a sincere look in his eyes. “I don’t need to make this day perfect, because being with you is perfect enough.”

You smiled, your heart swelling with emotion. “You already did, Lou.”

The day ended with a quiet dinner, more laughter, and another kiss beneath the twinkling fairy lights. You’d never felt more loved or cherished. It wasn’t about the gifts or the grand gestures—it was about the little moments, the thoughtfulness, and the love that filled every part of the day.

And as Louis tucked you in that night, whispering a final “Happy Valentine’s Day,” you knew that this was a memory you’d hold onto forever.

Part one.

Part two.

Part three.

Part four.

You took a sip of your coffee, silently thanking your lucky stars that you had a boyfriend who paid enough attention to get your coffee order right. Louis truthfully thought you were a bit wild for drinking an iced coffee in the middle of winter but he didn’t say anything about it regardless of his thought.

“You have a key! You know I keep every door and window under a tight lock and key” you giggled, standing up to properly greet him. You lunged into his arms, wrapping yourself around his waist, and pulling him in for a kiss before he could give a quick-witted response.

“Are you still coming to work with me today?” You knew that’s the only reason he was up at this hour, his beautiful blue eyes accompanied by his sleepy gray eye-bags. He had been asking to join you at work for months now and when your schedules finally aligned he refused to miss the opportunity even if he was exhausted.

“Of course love! That’s why I’m here. I’m excited to see you in your element.” He loved that you both were passionate about your work and you had been to several shows while he was on tour so assisting you at work felt like a no-brainer.

“Did you forget that’s how we met? ” you smiled as you walked to your bedroom, with Louis following closely behind you. You turned on the space heater you had on his usual side of the bed, knowing he ran a lot colder than you.

“I mean, of course, I remember. But I don’t usually get to go to work with you. You see me in action all the time!” He sat beside the heater, making you smile at how well you knew one another.

“Very true” you hummed as you changed into a work-appropriate outfit, throwing your pajamas to the side.

Louis kept his eyes on you as you jumped into your jeans, shimming the denim over your butt. You put on some classic Adidas sambas a T-shirt and one of Louis oversized jackets.

“I had wondered where that went” he let out a soft chuckle as you motioned for him to follow you, finally ready to leave for the day.

Louis slid into the passenger seat of your jeep. “This feels so weird to me, I should be the one driving” he scoffed before putting his seatbelt on.

“I like driving to work! I’m used to my car and all my stuff is in here anyway. ” You giggled as you put your purse in the backseat behind you before getting into the driver's side.

“Clara will be there today. She’ll be my assistant photographer, and I’m not sure who else will be there on the team this morning but everyone’s super excited you’ll be there.”

Louis felt a sense of pride hearing that, knowing you probably spoke highly about him to the people you work with made him feel butterflies in his stomach.

“Is Clara the one who made fun of my accent at your Christmas party?” He jokingly narrowed his eyes at you as he sipped on his remaining coffee.

“Baby! She didn’t mean to!” You couldn’t help but giggle at how often Louis brought this up. “When Clara gets nervous she just does a British accent. It’s like engrained in her DNA or something. She’s been doing that for years!”

Louis giggled, placing a comforting hand on your thigh and squeezing it as you pulled into the parking lot. “I know love! I’m only teasing! It’s fun to see you get worked up though.”

You scoffed playfully and put your car in park, Louis quickly made his way to your side to open your door and help you unload some of your equipment from the back.

Clara saw you and Louis arrive in the parking lot, she rushed to open the door for the two of you to come inside the building. Clara would never admit it to Louis but you were well aware that she was a big One Direction fan and was excited to pick his brain all day.

“Hey, boss lady!” She hummed as she held the door open.

“Good morning” you chirped, happy to see her familiar face.

“Good morning Clara” Louis narrowed his eyes at her playfully.

“Good morning Louis” Clara giggled as she helped you start to set things up before your client came in.

“Do you need me to help with something?” Louis stood close to you, shifting his weight back and forth on his feet, seemingly bored out of his mind without a task given to him.

“Jason in the wardrobe department actually did want a male perspective on today’s looks!” Clara suggested and Louis quickly followed the signs to wardrobe.

“Jason? A male perspective? Now I know you’re lying” you whispered as Louis disappeared into a nearby room.

Clara blushed innocently, “he’s excited to meet Louis and I didn’t know what else to say.”

“I promise this won’t be the only time he comes with me, you guys!” You giggled knowing everyone was eager to get their five minutes with him.

Krystal, who works in the lighting department couldn’t help but chuckle to herself as she set up the room. “Bring your beautiful boyfriend to work day huh? I didn’t get the memo! I would’ve brought mine.” She teased.

“Isn’t he? Beautiful I mean.” Morgan another lighting specialist walked into the room, making the room roar with audible laughter.

Your face grew warmer by the second, “don’t let him hear you. He is well aware!”

You secretly loved that everyone was fawning over your Louis.

Jason and Louis quickly brought a rack of clothing options out onto the set. Louis was confident with the outfits he suggested, sitting down with the rest of the crew as you gave him a quick peck on the lips before excusing yourself to get the person you were photographing today.

When you two walked back into the room it felt as though time stopped, and all eyes were now on him.

Lars Kipton.

A Russian model, who bares the weight of being the only son of a very wealthy hotel heir. He had been in a lot of publications recently, as he had struck his first deal with Gucci, he was rich, tall, and extremely photogenic, a winning triple threat.

You were eager to snag him up for your February Valentine's cover story, and he was quick to say yes, much to your surprise.

Lars quickly stole the energy in the room, and Louis felt the shift immediately. A wave of relief came off of him, knowing the attention was on someone new. The relief didn’t last long once he realized how mesmerized Lars was by you, his captivating green eyes latched to you as you introduced him to everyone and gave direction.

Louis sprang out of his seat, quick to introduce himself as your boyfriend. The firm handshake exchanged by the two did not go unnoticed by you and the rest of the room.

Lars was easy on the eyes, and you could see why girls all over the world were so smitten with him but you only had eyes for Louis, and you were confident he knew that.

Right?

“It’s a pleasure to work with all of you. I’ve heard great things” Lars immediately turned on the charm which didn’t go unnoticed by Louis. Especially because he addressed the room but only made direct eye contact with you.

You and your team worked quickly, as Louis sat and watched the entire exchange. You’d adjust Lars clothes every so often, giving him some direction and trying your best not to be too handsy ( not that Lars was complaining.)

“You have such a gentle touch, I like it. There’s nothing like the touch of a beautiful woman.” Lars smiled, keeping eye contact with you, his dimpled cheeks prominent on his perfectly chiseled face.

Louis shifted uncomfortably in his seat, trying his best not to make it too obvious that he was beyond irritated.

He pulled his phone out, trying to distract himself from what he had just heard, gnawing on the inside of his cheeks instinctively.

You awkwardly laughed off the exchange, politely thanking Lars before walking back to your monitors to see what photos had been taken so far. You noticed the flush look on Louis face and walked over to him.

“Are you okay? Are you hungry? We have-“

“I’m fine” he replied coldly, as he scrolled on his phone. He refused to look up at you, avoiding your eye contact as you stood in front of him.

“What’s wrong?” You whispered, trying not to draw any attention to yourselves as Clara took over.

“Nothing” he lied before putting his phone down in his lap. He faked a smile, but you knew him better than that, feeling the sass radiate off of him. You didn’t have the time to concern yourself if he wasn’t ready to discuss it so you nodded and got back to work.

“Lars? Can you put your right foot out in front of you? The pattern of the pants will elongate your legs.” You demonstrated what you meant but Lars pretended to not get it.

“Can you physically show me? I don’t think I understand” he smirked, looking past you and over to Louis. Louis was never great at biting his tongue, immediately popping up from his seat for a smoke break, the door shutting loudly behind him.

Clara looked at you and you nodded, excusing yourself but not before you quietly asked Jason to step in and help with wardrobe.

You rushed to follow Louis to the side of your building where he was already halfway through a cigarette, he was angrily mumbling to himself when you stood before him.

“What the fuck was that about?” You felt a wave of emotions come over you, on one hand, Louis had slightly embarrassed you in front of a client but on the other hand, if he was actually jealous, you might kind of love it.

“Baby!” His voice was high-pitched and defensive as he waved around a cigarette. “You can’t be fucking serious! You know that fucking guy in there has been flirting with you from the second he walked in!”

He didn’t give you a moment to respond before he continued to ramble. “You thanked him too! I know this is your job so I’m trying not to overreact but seriously fuck that guy! You should’ve told him to-“ he paused noticing the giant grin on your face.

“Louis? Are you seriously jealous?” You folded your arms against your chest as you watched him take an unnecessarily long drag of his cigarette with his eyes fluttering closed. The smug look on your face was enough to drive him crazy.

“Louis Tomlinson- are you jealous?” You giggled, slightly more excited than you meant for it to come out.

“No” he lied, realizing only now that he really had nothing to worry about. “I don’t get jealous, not ever.” He was lying through his teeth and his shy smile was a dead giveaway.

“No?” You stepped closer to him, closing the space between you two now as Louis backed up against the wall of the building.

“Nope,” he rolled his eyes as he took another drag, trying to avoid your gaze as he blew the smoke away from you.

“Not even when he told me I had a…” you smiled knowing exactly what you were doing before you leaned into his ear “Gentle touch?”

Louis couldn’t hide it anymore, and he knew you were well aware. He threw his cigarette down, stomping it into the ground, his hands were entangled in your hair within seconds, passionately kissing you like you were the air he needed to breathe. His kisses grew sloppy and more passionate by the second, he didn’t care who saw and hoped more than anything that Lars would walk out of that building at any second.

“Admit it” you moaned between kisses, your hands getting lost in his hair, the two of you could hardly breathe.

“Okay, fuck, I’m jealous” he rasped as he fought for breath against your lips, he had no plans of stopping anytime soon as he suddenly latched onto your neck, something he had never done before.

“Lou!” You gasped, feeling the pit of your stomach growing warmer at the sensation against your neck. He was marking his territory and you hated to admit you were enjoying every second of it.

“Now you know how I feel” you smugly replied as you pulled away from him, checking your neck in the reflection of your phone.

“You? Jealous?” He seemed surprised but he rather enjoyed this slight toxicity.

“Every single room we walk into people are already madly in love with you. It was a nice change, I won’t lie” You rubbed your neck slightly making him blush as he admired the love bite he left on your neck.

“I only care if you’re madly in love with me though” he lit another cigarette as you leaned over to kiss his cheek.

“You already know that I am and you have nothing to worry about, you know that right?”

Louis, dressed in his comfy grey shorts and a relaxed blue tank top, had been thinking a lot about Freddie lately. He watched his little boy grow up so quickly and noticed how Freddie had started collecting little treasures from all their adventures—seashells from the beach, tickets from zoo trips, little stones from places they’d visited and confetti from his concerts Freddie went to. And he needed somewhere to keep those precious mementos, somewhere that would be as special as the memories they created together.

“Alright, mate,” Louis said, kneeling down to Freddie’s level in their living room, a wide grin spreading across his face. “How about we make something today? Something special for you to store all your memories in?”

Freddie, dressed in his dark grey jean shorts and a white graphic tee, looked up at Louis with wide, excited eyes. “Like my treasures?” he asked eagerly, his small hands already clasping together in excitement.

“Exactly!” Louis replied, his heart swelling at how excited Freddie was. “A special box just for all your little treasures.”

Y/N, who had been quietly setting up some supplies on the coffee table, smiled warmly, dressed in black gym shorts and an oversized grey shirt of Louis’s, which draped comfortably over her. “What do you think, Freddie? You can decorate it however you like.”

Freddie’s face lit up even more. “Yes! I can put my shells and pictures in it!” he said with glee.

Louis chuckled, ruffling Freddie’s hair. “You’re right, mate. You’ll keep all the little memories you’ve picked up on tour, at the beach, or from our vacations.” He turned to Y/N, who was sorting out paints, brushes, and stickers. “And maybe we can write a little note inside the box, so when you’re older, you’ll remember exactly why you made it.”

Y/N nodded, excited to get started. “Sounds perfect,” she said, giving Freddie a playful wink. “This is going to be so fun!”

The three of them sat down on the floor, the paints and brushes ready for action. Freddie couldn’t wait to get started. He grabbed the first paintbrush he could find and dipped it into the bright blue paint, eagerly starting to brush it on the box. Louis and Y/N helped guide his tiny hands, showing him how to carefully paint without making a mess, though it didn’t take long before both Louis and Freddie had splashes of paint on their clothes and faces.

“This will be your box, Freddie,” Louis said softly as they worked together, his hands gently holding Freddie’s while they painted. He leaned in to kiss Freddie on the forehead, brushing a bit of paint off his cheek. “You can keep everything in it—your drawings, souvenirs, tickets from all our adventures. It’ll be a box full of all the places and memories we’ve shared.”

Freddie, looking up at his dad with wide eyes, asked, “Can we put our beach trip in there too?”

Louis smiled, pulling Freddie close for a warm hug. “Of course, Freddie. We’ll put everything. This box will hold all of them.”

As they painted, Y/N leaned in, placing a soft kiss on Louis’s cheek, her lips lingering for just a second longer than usual. She admired how beautifully he interacted with Freddie, guiding him with such patience, making sure every brushstroke was done just right. Louis caught her glance and winked, a playful smile tugging at his lips.

“You’re making this so much fun." he said softly, his voice low with affection.

Y/N smiled back, touching his arm gently. “I just love watching you with him, Lou.”

Louis leaned down, kissing Y/N softly on the lips, letting the warmth of their love fill the space around them. “I love you both,” he whispered between kisses, his hands brushing Freddie’s hair as they shared the simple, beautiful moment.

Freddie, in his excitement, painted little handprints all over the box, then added a few tiny doodles. Louis added a few messages—"Love you, Freddie," "Our adventures," and "Forever together"—writing them carefully as Y/N filled in cute little drawings of stars and hearts. The process was filled with laughter, occasional smudges of paint, and a whole lot of giggles. Louis kissed Y/N again, this time on the nose, before planting a soft kiss on Freddie’s cheek. “You’re doing a brilliant job, Freddie,” he praised, wiping a bit of paint from his own cheek.

By the time the box was fully painted, it was a beautiful mess of colors, handprints, and loving messages. It was unique—just like their family. As they let the box dry, Freddie ran off excitedly to collect the first items to place inside it.

“Can we put my seashell in there?” Freddie asked eagerly, holding out the seashell he had collected the last time they were at the beach. Louis smiled, taking it from Freddie’s little hands and carefully placing it inside the box.

“Of course,” Louis said, holding Freddie’s hand gently as he helped him arrange his treasures in the box. “We’ll keep all your favorite memories safe in here.”

As the afternoon went on, the family snuggled together on the couch. They pulled out old photos from their beach trip, their last vacation, and the zoo visit. Freddie, wide-eyed, eagerly picked a photo of the three of them making a giant sandcastle on the beach and slid it carefully into the box. Louis and Y/N shared a soft kiss as they watched their son, each kiss a quiet promise to always treasure these moments.

Louis leaned down, kissing Y/N’s forehead gently. “This box, it’s more than just a place for Freddie’s memories,” he murmured. “It’s a symbol of everything we’ve shared and everything we will.”

Y/N, her eyes shining with affection, nodded in agreement. “It’s a little piece of us,” she said softly, kissing him back on the lips, savoring the tenderness of the moment.

Freddie, looking up from his box, reached his tiny arms out to both of them. “Can I hug you both now?” he asked, his voice filled with pure love.

Louis and Y/N both smiled, pulling Freddie into the biggest, warmest hug. As they wrapped their arms around him, Freddie snuggled between them, resting his head on Louis’s chest. “I love you,” Freddie whispered, his voice full of innocence.

“We love you, Freddie,” Y/N said, kissing the top of his head. “Always and forever.”

Louis pressed a soft kiss to the top of Freddie’s head as well. “You’re our greatest treasure, mate,” he whispered, his heart full of love.

As they all held each other tightly, the world outside seemed to fade away. It was just them—their love, their memories, and their little family, together.

The memory box they had created wasn’t just a place to store souvenirs; it was a testament to their bond, to all the moments that made their family so special. And as Freddie nestled between them, holding his precious box, Louis and Y/N knew that this was just one of many cherished memories they would hold in their hearts forever.

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You placed your iPad down on the bedside table, taking your headphones out as you scrunched back down into the bed to lay closer to him.

“How long have you been up?” His words were slurred, and his eyes closed as you lightly massaged his scalp with your nails.

“About an hour” you lied, knowing he’d feel bad if he knew it had really been three. You had spent that time planning the finishing touches on his birthday surprise with Lottie and his other younger sisters so you weren’t complaining about his absence.

“You’re not handling the time change very well baby, are you?”

He scoffed at your reporting the obvious, raising his eyebrows in response, keeping his eyes shut tightly.

“Resisting the urge to be a smart ass? Woah! You really are exhausted!” You teased knowing he’d get a chuckle out of that.

Louis let out a soft laugh knowing you were right. He hadn’t been home in over two months, spending a ton of his time in California before heading home to Donny for the holidays.

“Can I go back to bed or do we have plans today? I can’t remember” he groaned, shuffling around in bed with a shiver. He was always freezing even when you were practically sweating.

“We have dinner tonight with your sisters but that’s not for another few hours” you giggled to yourself knowing he hadn’t waited for you to answer as a small snore erupted from him.

••••

Dinner had come and went with Louis siblings, it was always a fun time plus Lottie was an amazing cook so no complaints there. You came from a small family so it was always nice to be around them, and they were of course very welcoming.

Once Louis fell asleep you, Lottie, Daisy, and Phoebe decorated the living room with red and gold balloons, a black and white birthday banner, and some gold confetti spread across the table.

Lottie had hidden his custom birthday cake in the fridge you had in the garage, knowing he wouldn’t look in there. You had ordered him a Formula 1 cake, knowing he’d geek out about it brought a smile to your face.

You had a day full of surprises for him and without his sisters there was no way you’d be able to pull anything off, so you made sure to profusely thank them before they left for the night.

••••

The next day was Christmas Eve, but most importantly it was Louis birthday. He never made a fuss about it, his birthday always being understandably overshadowed by the holidays but this year was much different and you wanted his day to be the focus.

You had a chef come around eight in the morning to prepare breakfast, knowing you’d be able to nudge him awake around nine or so.

Louis mumbled something inaudible under his breath as you shook him awake.

“You can’t be grumpy on your birthday baby” you giggled as he let a smirk wash across his face. You had crawled on top of him, lying gently on his chest as you watched his pretty blue eyes flutter open.

“I’d argue that’s the one day I get to be grumpy!” He threw his hands up in protest before stretching in bed, you knew he was only joking by the smirk on his face.

“Happy birthday handsome” you peppered his face in kisses, counting to thirty-three for dramatic effects.

“Actually, Merry Christmas Eve” he mumbled back making you giggle.

Just then you heard a clanking sound coming from the kitchen and Louis practically jumped out of his skin, defensively squeezing your thigh.

“Easy tiger!” You giggled as you sat up, still straddling his hips. “I have a surprise for you in the kitchen.”

It didn’t take long for him to get up and follow you into the living room, his eyes wide as he saw the decorations both you and his sisters had set up.

“When did you do all of this?”

“When you were snoring last night.” You tickled his side before continuing “I can’t take all the credit, your sisters helped me.”

“You’re so cute love” he smiled, awkwardly waving to the chef in the kitchen. “This means a lot to me” he confessed a glint in his eyes.

“I just wanted today to be about you and only you for a change. Plus if you’re happy about this wait for your cake.” You leaned over to kiss his cheek, before lightly fixing his unruly hair.