#louis.verse

Fuck the press, fuck Briana, and fuck this fucking hiatus. Yes, they all needed a break - especially Louis, and truth be told, this had mostly been for him anyway. The lads could tell he was on the brink of insanity and some time to themselves was surely the right medicine. Right? So why was he still so damn miserable? He loved his son, but he hardly got to see him. Danielle? Yeah, she was nice. But everything was so just...blah. Louis looked around through the crack of his rolled down SUV window, deciding it was safe to step out (barefoot of course) to trod off to a little bakery that he had been eyeing now for weeks. He was hoping to satisfy his sweet tooth as well as eat his feelings, but the face he made eye contact with behind the counter had him stumbling out of his thoughts a bit. “Ehm, hello!” He chimed out with a wide grin, rubbing his hands together as he approached the counter. “I’ve never been here before. What’s good, love?”

“Love? Y’round?” Louis called through the front door, blue eyes searching the once cluttered apartment that was now mostly unpacked and smelling of Harry’s abundance of scented and soothing candles. He shifted his duffle bag higher on his shoulder before closing the door behind him, the overwhelming sense of home taking over and easing his nerves. It was a big step for Louis to let himself go through with this level of commitment, but he loved Harry and if he couldn’t give him the courtesy of a completely public relationship just yet, well he at least owed him this much.